The storm had passed, leaving behind a low mist that curled around the trees like secrets not quite…
The mountain air was thick with summer; woodsmoke curled from Jack’s outdoor firepit, dancing between the trees like…
The morning air was sharp with citrus and damp from early sprinklers. Somewhere outside, the garden was being…
The soft hum of jazz drifted through the penthouse as the sun dipped toward evening. Gold and rose…
The city slept beneath them. The skyline was a sea of lights, shimmering through the floor-to-ceiling windows of…