There was magic in your first draft Haley, but you eliminated every possible distraction and made this prose poem just sing. Reading it this morning it feels metaphorical to me, a recipe for how we can rise to meet the era we find ourselves in, a reminder that the mounting hardships of our time can be weather through with the depth of our connections.
Iām just throwing my hands in the air because this is so freaking beautiful. Be right back, trying to convince the city of Seattle to put this essay on a plaque.
There was magic in your first draft Haley, but you eliminated every possible distraction and made this prose poem just sing. Reading it this morning it feels metaphorical to me, a recipe for how we can rise to meet the era we find ourselves in, a reminder that the mounting hardships of our time can be weather through with the depth of our connections.
This was beautiful Haley. And Iām sure the lull of winter something many will resonate with, including me.
Glad you published this :) simply lovely
You've expressed seasonal depression in such an immersive yet gentle way. Wishing you loads more hot drinks to warm up your cold days.
Stunningly written. I feel December too
Iām just throwing my hands in the air because this is so freaking beautiful. Be right back, trying to convince the city of Seattle to put this essay on a plaque.
I loved the shine on togetherness and the warmth it creates. Powerful metaphor and totally true. Thank you for bringing that perspective to us!