It Feels like Spring

It’s hard to breathe when I’m squashed by the greyness of the clouds in the valley. My lungs grasp the air, just enough, to provide me with oxygen so I don’t die. The nights are long, the weeks are longer and I am on autopilot until the weekend. Then I try to find my next

Gratitude- 6 Word Story Prompt

My first 6 word story using the prompt – Gratitude!