The Weight of Small Things
I spent twenty minutes at the grocery store today just standing in the produce aisle. I was looking for a specific kind of apple, but I found myself distracted by a bowl of fruit sitting on a nearby display. It was nothing special—just a…
Spirit by Shirren Lim
We were on our way to the North when our tour guide spotted a group of wild horses grazing by the side of the highway. We made quick pit-stop to admire these beautiful horses against the white washed land. I crept silently up and close to this…
The Edge of Silence
I keep a small, smooth stone on my desk that I picked up from a beach where the tide never seemed to end. It is cold to the touch, heavy with the weight of a place I can no longer name, yet it carries the stillness of that shore in its grain.…