August 12, 2018 The Weight of a Petal I keep a pressed sprig of lavender inside the pages of a book I rarely open, its color long ago surrendered to... Read Article →
August 12, 2018 The Weight of Petals There is a specific silence that follows the falling of a bloom. It is not the silence of a room where someone... Read Article →
August 12, 2018 The Weight of the Hour In the quiet hours of the late afternoon, the rhythm of a room changes. It is a subtle shift, a thinning of... Read Article →