Patrick Roesle

“Beyond the calmness settling where we sat, another breeze came upon the ashes and maples in the distance. They fell to strange murmurings and swayings, as though their own verdancy were too much for them to hold. Summer was here. The world never seemed so large and abundant, so rich with possibility. It felt as though it were all spilling into us until we were flooded through and brimming over with an electrifying greenness. Stacy trembled in my arms. It was too good to be real. It was perfect. I couldn’t have asked for more.”
― Patrick Roesle, The Zeroes

“Strange how yesterday’s triumphs should unexpectedly visit us to compound and mock today’s failures.”
― Patrick Roesle, The Zeroes