Stair Cabin Memories

Quiet stillness, an empty spaceā€¦ she could sense only her own breathing, and subtle waves of air being pushed about by the circulating fan. Then she heard it. The sound of rain gently dropping, crescendoing into pounding torrents. It brought back memories of the stair cabin, a rustic place her parents once owned at theContinue reading “Stair Cabin Memories”