The Weight of Stillness
I spent an hour this morning just watching the dust motes dance in a sliver of sunlight hitting my kitchen floor. It was completely unproductive, and yet, it felt like the most important thing I had done all week. Usually, I am rushing to fill…
The Geometry of Gravity
In the quiet hours of the morning, I often watch the birds navigate the currents above the garden. They do not seem to fight the air so much as negotiate with it, folding their wings to slip through invisible seams in the atmosphere. There…
The Persistence of Ochre
There is a specific, heavy stillness that arrives when the sun hits a wall that has long since forgotten the touch of a hand. In the north, we are accustomed to the way light strips things bare, revealing the skeletal truth of a landscape.…