The Weight of Silence
We are taught to look for the center of the room. We are told that the loudest voice holds the truth, that the brightest color defines the day. But truth is often found in the periphery, in the space where the noise fails to reach. There is…
The Quiet After the Rush
I walked to the mailbox this morning in a thin sweater, completely forgetting that the wind had turned sharp overnight. My fingers went numb before I even reached the end of the driveway. It’s funny how we spend so much of our lives trying…
The Weight of Distance
We measure the world in steps, then in miles, then in the time it takes for a breath to turn cold. There is a specific silence found at high altitudes, a thinness in the air that strips away the unnecessary. Down in the valley, we clutter our…