Weightless in the Blue
I spent this morning watching a heavy rain cloud drift past my window. It was so massive, so full of water, that it seemed impossible it could stay afloat. I found myself holding my breath, waiting for it to break, but it just kept moving,…
The Weight of Petals
There is a specific silence that follows the wilting of a garden. It is not the silence of a room where someone has left, but the silence of a life that has finished its cycle while you were looking the other way. I remember the way my grandmother’s…
Floating in the Quiet
I spent this morning trying to fix a leaky faucet in the kitchen. It was one of those small, nagging tasks that I had been putting off for weeks. I kept dropping the wrench, and the water kept dripping, rhythmic and insistent. Eventually, I…