Color of Love

While My Guitar Gently Weeps¬†floats upon the summer air, drifting in from the open window. She looks to the left and sees her father humming along. “Daddy,” his little girl asked one day, “what color is love?” Being a thoughtful … Continue reading Color of Love


It happened quite by chance. He was sitting outside at his favorite cafe while enjoying the autumn air. A breeze picked up and a laugh across the road caught his attention. He looked over and saw her. She was talking to the lady who runs the bakery and could tell she was not from here. He waited for her to walk away before he crossed the street to ask his friend, the baker, about the woman. Before too long he had charmed the baker and found out the woman was staying a few months while studying abroad. Something about her … Continue reading Chance