Scott Maxwell

Where the Wind and the Leaves Play Music

One of Jessica’s favorite feelings is waking up thinking she has to go to work before realizing she actually has the entire day off. A warm, blissful sensation blossoms in her abdomen. She springs out of bed to make coffee. The weeks of rain are over. The sun is finally shining in Philadelphia, and as she turns on her kettle, she notices out the window patches of dormant blue sky, peeking through ash-dusted clouds.