The Weight of a Glance
I was walking to the grocery store this morning, my phone buzzing in my pocket with a list of things I needed to buy. I kept checking the screen, thumbing through reminders, while the trees above me were turning that specific shade of gold…
Watching from the Edge
I spent this morning trying to fix a loose hinge on my kitchen cabinet. It was a simple task, or so I thought, but I kept getting distracted by the way the wind was shaking the branches outside my window. I found myself just standing there,…
The Weight of Small Beginnings
In the quiet corners of a garden, or perhaps along the reedy edges of a forgotten pond, there is a particular kind of industry that goes entirely unnoticed. We are often preoccupied with the grand migrations, the sweeping changes of the seasons,…