(c) Light & Composition UniversityThe Hum of the Current
The smell of rain on hot asphalt always brings me back to the city at night, that metallic tang of ozone mixed with the faint, sweet exhaust of a bus idling nearby. It is a restless scent, one that vibrates against the skin like a low-frequency…
(c) Light & Composition UniversityThe Weight of a Petal
There is a silence that belongs to the garden when the frost has not yet arrived, but the air has already begun to thin. We look at a bloom and see only the color, the shape, the outward display of life. We forget that the plant is a record…
The Weight of Small Things
I spent this morning trying to fix a broken kitchen drawer. It was a simple task, or so I thought, but the wood kept catching and the screws wouldn't sit right. I found myself getting frustrated, wanting to just toss the whole thing out and…