The Weight of Sustenance
Hunger is a quiet companion. It arrives in the grey hours, when the frost clings to the windowpane and the house settles into its own stillness. We eat to remember the sun, to pull the warmth of a distant summer into the marrow of our bones.…
The Gravity of Youth
I remember a boy named Elias who spent his entire summer on a rusted skateboard at the bottom of Miller’s Hill. He wasn't trying to get anywhere; he was simply testing the friction between his rubber soles and the asphalt. Every afternoon,…
The Weight of Water
We move across the surface, believing we are masters of the crossing. We measure the distance in strokes, in the rhythm of wood against water, in the small, necessary labor of staying afloat. But the water does not care for our direction. It…