It is Tuesday and my grandmother has just celebrated ninety-one years of life. I open the kitchen window and put Patsy Cline on the record player (her favorite). A familiar sultry contralto weaves across the breeze as I spin a small crystal hanging from a scrap of thin fishing line and looped over a latch on the sill.
I’m so happy to have found your writing here sarah! This is a beautiful reflection, and of course you’re a Scorpio! ✨🖤