The Edge of Everything
Dear reader, I have been thinking about the way we measure our own significance against the vastness of the world. We spend so much of our lives huddled in rooms, surrounded by walls that keep the weather out and the silence in. We forget that…
The Weight of the Watch
There is a stillness that comes before the wind turns. It is a heavy, expectant silence. We often mistake this for emptiness, but it is merely a pause, a collective holding of breath. In the north, we learn to recognize the sentry. Not the…
The Sentinels of Silence
I keep a small, rusted iron key in a velvet-lined box, though I have long since forgotten which door it once opened. It is heavy, cold to the touch, and carries the weight of a threshold I can no longer cross. We spend our lives guarding such…