becoming ourselves

exchange of letters

Drenched

We huddled shivering in the dark, terrified but back safe on shore. Fifty meters away Walden’s cabin twinkled with soft light, merrily unaware of us.  A bark sounded from inside, and a moment later the door creaked open. Walden’s nimble silhouette ...

Walden’s Cabin

Chrysippus looked to Walden across the campfire waiting for a response. It was a crisp, clear night and while he waited, the air filled with the sounds of flames licking wood and mirrowhils cooing in tall trees around us. She took her time, slowly ...