Category Archive: Moments

Blur

I never really appreciated those Connemara drives with my parents when I was a child, the serpentine twists around hilltops and potholes in the stagnant air of a smoker’s car; I could only… Continue reading

Still

There was a stillness in the air there, in the garden that she kept, like the last of its life had faded away, replaced by some form of sadness.

Rooms of the House

Sometimes the stillness catches me by surprise, and the spaces I occupy cast me back to memories of all these little things, the echoes that remain.