The Weight of Distance
We spend our lives looking toward the horizon, convinced that what we seek is just beyond the reach of our hands. We stand on the edge of the water and wait for the light to change, as if the shifting color of the sky could settle the restlessness…
The Weight of Morning
In the quiet hours before the world fully wakes, there is a specific quality to the air. It feels unburdened, as if the day has not yet been asked to carry the weight of our expectations or the friction of our schedules. I often think of the…
The Geometry of Play
In the physics of childhood, gravity seems to be a suggestion rather than a law. I remember watching a group of sparrows once, how they would launch themselves from a telephone wire with such reckless, collective intent that the air itself…