The Lady Loon:
Long Hallways
The Lady Loon:
Eye see
The Lady Loon:
Time to get up
The Lady Loon:
Too much everything
The Lady Loon:
Lost and found
The Lady Loon:
Liquid Gold
The Lady Loon:
Oh, hai!
The Lady Loon:
The Street
The Lady Loon:
Baked with Love
The Lady Loon:
Baking with Mom
The Lady Loon:
Just out for a walk
The Lady Loon:
Sunrise over Pluto
The Lady Loon:
Das is mine?
The Lady Loon:
What's the worst that can happen?
The Lady Loon:
Who needs friends?
The Lady Loon:
Crutches
The Lady Loon:
The steam floating from the cup carried the scent to her nose. The smell of mornings at home. The smell of afternoon meetings and conversations with friends. The smell of quiet contemplation. With each sip, the warmth cradled in her hands also travelled