Dear Porch Lights

Dear Porch Lights, Running from dusk towards dark, you led me home. So often, darkness is interrupted by light and love. It’s hard to know it’s coming, it’s hard to wait for it, it’s hard to even see it sometimes, but I believe it’s there. Tonight, as I ran, my heart was heavy as I…

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Weather Or Not

They say the first game of darts was imagined during the rain. A group of archers gathered indoors in a pub while waiting out the rain, and started aiming their short arrows at a point on the wall. Someone told me once I am a pluviophile: a lover of rain; someone who finds peace of…

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