Of Satin Ribbons and Sunrises

For Pia. The satin ribbon gracefully danced with the wind while it held her final breath. // “Love, can you push me outside?” she called softly for her husband of 50 years, as she twirled a white satin ribbon in her dainty, fragile hands – the same ribbon that she wore on her hair duringContinue reading “Of Satin Ribbons and Sunrises”

Smiles

He smiles as he watches her, thinking how much of a lucky bastard he is that she said yes to him when he proposed. “What are you thinking?” she asks him as she turns her head towards him, catching him off guard, making his breath slightly hitch – with the beatific grin she has onContinue reading “Smiles”