Chasing Our Own Shadows
On our walk through life, we chase our own shadows – of who we are, or once were. We always want to keep rising up and above our shadows. We try to reach the unreachable, think the unthinkable and in the long run we end up being distant from…
The Pulse of Green
The smell of wet earth always brings me back to the damp hem of a skirt, heavy with dew. It is a thick, humid scent, like crushed stems and the breath of a forest waking up. When I close my eyes, I can feel the grit of soil beneath my fingernails…
The Pulse of the Dark
I was walking home late last night, the kind of night where the air feels heavy and the city sounds like a hum rather than a roar. I stopped on the overpass for a moment, just watching the cars move below. From that height, the individual drivers…