torthúil explores

 It’s technically spring, and my favourite month of the year, but winter won’t let go of its almost-last grip. The whole family enjoyed a la...

i. We drove into the mountains at dinnertime When the sun was beginning her descent Between the peaks. In the restaurant, I chose the seat f...

 I suppose it is time I had a post on my blog that doesn't include the word "Christmas." January went by in a flurry of activi...

  I. This memory is older than The kitchen table just level with my forehead. I can trace the pattern on the plastic backs of the chairs: Br...

  The woods of my mind are mingled pine and birch, with far-up sunlight broken and reassembled, into a mosaic: Blue sky and sparkling coin-s...

  The Flow Zone, On the glowing rectangle of my screen: A diagonal arrow, straight (sometimes with stylized curves) Starting at zero in the ...