Suzanne Stewart

Turning, she looked across the bay, and there, sure enough, coming regularly across the waves first two quick strokes and then one long steady stroke, was the light of the Lighthouse. It had been lit.— Virginia Woolf Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom,Lead Thou me …

A mournful wind blew through the trees, and sounded in the chimney like the pedal notes of an organ.— Thomas Hardy At half past two in the morning, on the twenty-fourth day of September 2022, as I watched from my living room windows, blurred by the rain, branches and trunks were twisted and…