The intense light immediately tore away the darkness that was cloaking me. Oh, I’ve missed the golden day and the twilight blue in all of its raw sparkle. I hadn’t known if it would be a thief, stripping me of my grief, or wings carrying me away. I closed my eyes, and the pocket of…
Month: January 2026
The Purple Recoriole: Ettle Tinlief’s journal page 4
My eyes widened into circles of sun. What is this thing that dares enter my space? I filled my lungs with mossy air and picked it up. The surface is smooth and cold. It fits in my palm, but just barely. It’s round and flat, and maybe a quarter of an inch thick. There is…
A Daylight Quandary: Ettle Tinlief’s journal page 3
I washed the pots and pans today. I even gave them a nice shine. I kept thinking about the cookies you used to make, so I tried to recreate them. I’m out of vanilla pods, though, but more are outside. Out there. I still had flour, brown sugar, buttermilk, an orange, and of course, your…
Tea Dust: Ettle Tinlief’s journal page 2
I lined up all of my teacups along the window’s edge. I used to think they were so pretty. The curtain is drawn, so their colors are muted. I don’t have the energy to open it, to let the sunshine in. Why is it so wrong to sit in the dark and in the…