Writing

Writing can be hard for me, but I feel compelled to continue. To find thoughts that draw pictures and sentences that explain thoughts. To offer intrigue, comfort, and hope. To trigger memories. Maybe sometimes sadness and traumas. Because all of these make up and include life. Astounding and compelling life. The same life that we give thanks for. -Mandy Ricks

Fall

Fall: Where summer’s promises start to break as fast as they were made.

Regrets cling like early evenings watching the sun say goodbyes.

The heat of day starts turning to a dark coolness promising more.

Have we really aged as much as our hearts feel worn or is it just another summer gone in a pile of selfies and beach days?

See you again next year.