Katherine Nicolai

in the window of the bookshop. I took a moment to look at each cover on display. One featured the face of a man with deep brown eyes. Another, a mysterious-looking brick house shrouded in fog. There was an aged bronze plaque in the alley, marking the oldest building in town. A ring in the window of the jewelry shop, with a big tawny brown stone set in it.

in the window of the bookshop. I took a moment to look at each cover on display. One featured the face of a man with deep brown eyes. Another, a mysterious-looking brick house shrouded in fog. There was an aged bronze plaque in the alley, marking the oldest building in town. A ring in the window of the jewelry shop, with a big tawny brown stone set in it.

in the window of the bookshop. I took a moment to look at each cover on display. One featured the face of a man with deep brown eyes. Another, a mysterious-looking brick house shrouded in fog. There was an aged bronze plaque in the alley, marking the oldest building in town. A ring in the window of the jewelry shop, with a big tawny brown stone set in it.

A flyer for piano lessons, with a drawing of an upright made of shiny chestnut wood. On my way back home, as the clouds shifted and the sun warmed my back, I felt the crayon and the coin in my pocket, textures and colors, sun and shadows, steps and slow breaths. I was grateful for this soft start to my day. Color Walk From the kitchen table, I could see the treetops moving in the breeze.

A flyer for piano lessons, with a drawing of an upright made of shiny chestnut wood. On my way back home, as the clouds shifted and the sun warmed my back, I felt the crayon and the coin in my pocket, textures and colors, sun and shadows, steps and slow breaths. I was grateful for this soft start to my day. Color Walk From the kitchen table, I could see the treetops moving in the breeze.

A flyer for piano lessons, with a drawing of an upright made of shiny chestnut wood. On my way back home, as the clouds shifted and the sun warmed my back, I felt the crayon and the coin in my pocket, textures and colors, sun and shadows, steps and slow breaths. I was grateful for this soft start to my day. Color Walk From the kitchen table, I could see the treetops moving in the breeze.

It didn't look too strong, not even a wind, just a zephyr that stirred the new buds as they grew. My mug was nearly empty, but it still felt warm and comforting in my hands, and I savored the last sips. My gaze fell onto my plate, empty but for a few crumbs and a smear of raspberry jam from the English muffin I'd just enjoyed. I traced my finger along the plate's edge.

It didn't look too strong, not even a wind, just a zephyr that stirred the new buds as they grew. My mug was nearly empty, but it still felt warm and comforting in my hands, and I savored the last sips. My gaze fell onto my plate, empty but for a few crumbs and a smear of raspberry jam from the English muffin I'd just enjoyed. I traced my finger along the plate's edge.

It didn't look too strong, not even a wind, just a zephyr that stirred the new buds as they grew. My mug was nearly empty, but it still felt warm and comforting in my hands, and I savored the last sips. My gaze fell onto my plate, empty but for a few crumbs and a smear of raspberry jam from the English muffin I'd just enjoyed. I traced my finger along the plate's edge.

It was plain white porcelain. but rimmed in a deep blue.

It was plain white porcelain. but rimmed in a deep blue.

It was plain white porcelain. but rimmed in a deep blue.

And it reminded me of the thin-stemmed grape hyacinths that were popping up in the flowerbed beside my front door.

And it reminded me of the thin-stemmed grape hyacinths that were popping up in the flowerbed beside my front door.

And it reminded me of the thin-stemmed grape hyacinths that were popping up in the flowerbed beside my front door.

I smiled into the dregs of my tea as an idea occurred to me. a way to spend the rest of the morning, sparked by the blue of the plate and the matching flowers. I hadn't gone on one in an age, but spring was the perfect time

I smiled into the dregs of my tea as an idea occurred to me. a way to spend the rest of the morning, sparked by the blue of the plate and the matching flowers. I hadn't gone on one in an age, but spring was the perfect time

I smiled into the dregs of my tea as an idea occurred to me. a way to spend the rest of the morning, sparked by the blue of the plate and the matching flowers. I hadn't gone on one in an age, but spring was the perfect time

to revisit a favorite pastime.

to revisit a favorite pastime.