Morse Dreams & Whispers

Suddenly, the taffeta curtains begin to sway. Did I leave the window open, or is it the flutters of night?

Morse has its secrets, you know. Sometimes it's not just dots and dashes; it's the pauses in your day.

We talked about the moon once, but I think you were looking beyond that. Priorities?

Somewhere between taffeta folds, stories unravel. Melodies sung in mismatched tempos.