March 29, 2019
The Weight of Old Stones
I remember sitting on a low stone wall in a village that felt like it had been carved directly out of the...
Author: Light & Composition Team
March 29, 2019
Carved Into the Silence
It is 3:15 am. The house is holding its breath, and for once, I am not trying to fill the silence with...
March 29, 2019
The Weight of a Melody
Time leaves its mark in the lines around the eyes. We spend our youth trying to smooth the surface, to erase the...
