Some stories entertain you. Some make you think.
And then there are stories that leave you feeling something you can't quite explain.
The Remembering is an invitation to see the ordinary a little differently, to question what we think we know, and perhaps recognize something we didn't even realize we'd forgotten.
The beautiful part?
No two readers will walk away with quite the same story.
And maybe that's the whole point. 💜
I've always wondered why I can't stop staring at the horizon.
Maybe it's because every day it's different.
Maybe it's because if I stop looking, I'll miss something.
Or maybe it's because it's the place where the sky and the earth become one endless picture... and somehow, I get to be the witness of it.
The tide never asks whether you're ready.
It simply arrives, leaves, and returns again.
If you're there, you get to witness it.
If you're not, that's okay.
I've spent years trying to understand its rhythm.
I've never quite figured it out.
And somewhere along the way, I realized I didn't need to.
Some mysteries are more beautiful when they remain mysteries.
The crow was never supposed to become part of the story.
It simply kept showing up.
He arrived when he arrived.
Stayed as long as he stayed.
And somehow, ordinary moments began to feel a little less ordinary.
I could tell you all the reasons a crow might return to the same place.
But I think I prefer the reason I don't know.
Maybe not everything that finds us needs an explanation.
Sometimes, it's enough to notice that it came.