Author: Caitlin Clase

I stepped out my door yesterday evening to find a sky of the gentlest, most kindly gray imaginable, every edge and angle softened by a pale, pearled light. Come sunset though, that mild sky had leapt up into a wildly riotous shout of color, the sharp black outlines of the pines at the end of…

There were mountainous piles of pink clouds racked high above our heads, and my siblings were shouting to each other of the myriad wonders they envisioned there. I fought with the Summer breeze, trying to find our place in C.S. Lews’ The Silver Chair, as they cried out news of a dragon on the horizon. …