Should we assume it’s still unsteady. Do you take head around every turn? Have you found yourself a new place to sleep. Silent and unassuming. Mornings are aching and yet moving at an unprecedented rate, around the world before noon. I spend my time sipping hours and the evenings serving whiskey. This time around I know is the last time. The last fall. The last Christmas. Things will irrevocably change. And for that, I am in love with right now.
Published by Erin Rose Belair
I am multi-genre writer specializing in travel, ad-copy, and nonfiction prose. A recent graduate with my MFA I am spending my new found time rambling around the world, practicing yoga, and searching for the best salad ever. View all posts by Erin Rose Belair