May 31, 2017
The Weight of Stillness
There is a particular way of waiting that belongs to the wild. It is not a pause, nor is it a hesitation....
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May 30, 2017
The Weight of Wingbeats
The air before a storm has a specific, metallic thickness that clings to the back of the throat. I remember standing in...
May 30, 2017
The Grit of Stillness
The smell of wet earth after a long drought is a heavy, metallic perfume that clings to the back of the throat....
