Liane Vaz

“I thought for so long that time was like a line, that our moments were laid out like dominoes, and that they fell, one into another and on it went, just days tipping, one into the next, in a long line between the beginning...and the end.

But I was wrong. It's not like that at all. Our moments fall around us like rain. Or snow. Or confetti.
(Nell Crain, The Haunting of Hill House)”
― Mike Flanagan

“Emboldened by the dark phase of the moon, the constellations twisted round in their infinite sky, slowly corkscrewing into the future, divining immutable futures for those still awake and gazing up.”
― Luanne G. Smith, The Vine Witch

“Summer was a gift bestowed upon the
survivors of winter’s wrath, even when the wind lay still and burning fire wood scented the air, it was always the promise of summer following, the awaited favorite season, the hope of it and the joy, the green grass smell of it, the free barefoot days of it that beckoned the winter weary forward.”
― Vera Jane Cook, Lies a River Deep

“FALLING IN LOVE WITH OCTOBER

Leaves descending to the ground,
Orange, magenta, green & brown
The cool crisp breezes in the air,
Autumn season must be here”
― Charmaine J Forde