Evening Winds Down
As the day faded into evening, Jess slipped into a peaceful sleep, cocooned in a blanket of exhaustion. From down the hall, Dylan’s soft snores drifted through the quiet, and I heard Caleb shuffle closer to his brother in their shared room. Meanwhile, I remained on the edge of the couch, unable to surrender to rest, adrift in a steady current of images, emotions, and reflections that flowed silently through the stillness of the living room.
Evening Winds Down
Yearbook Distraction
Restless and craving distraction, I pulled an old high school yearbook from the shelf, my fingers tracing the worn cover as if hoping to absorb some of the simplicity it represented. As I flipped through the pages, familiar faces smiled back—frozen in time, wrapped in the innocence of youth. Thumbing through those dusty memories offered a brief, welcome escape from the unrelenting storm of questions swirling through my mind.
Yearbook Distraction
