Climbing Hoverla by Enrique Aviles
This photo was taken while climbing Hoverla mountain in Ukraine. Not used to this type of weather and without the proper protection (snow came early), my fingers almost froze and I came close to hypothermia. With help from the guide, I recovered…
When the Tide is Coming in, by Felix KühbauchThe Salt in the Memory
We are all made of shifting edges, places where the solid ground of our intentions meets the vast, unscripted pull of the tide. There is a particular ache in watching the boundary blur—that moment when the earth forgets its own name and decides…
The Weight of Silk
There is a specific coolness to polished stone that stays in the marrow of your bones long after you have walked away. I remember the sensation of sliding my palm over a cool, smooth surface, the kind that feels like liquid glass under the…