chloe almeda

We’ve placed ourselves Somewhere Else, somewhere familiar and yet very far away. Somewhere where we can distract ourselves with the joy of our togetherness, here in this wild place. A place where not even Time can pull us out from under this spell — yes, I can see that the realities of life are reaching out to us with their long, spindly fingers,... See more

The sky says rain while my mind tells me I should go for a walk.

Nothing strenuous, just the one that goes past the houses along the water, down to the marina with the swaying boats, up through the mossy forest, back down and around to where I’ll say hi to the two horses, pause to admire the house that’s painted my favorite shade of blue, just... See more

Just like that, winter disappears into the folds of spring and we're left standing there, hands covered in dirt, eyes squinting in the direction of the sun, watching the last drop of light slip beneath the promise of tomorrow.