The Smallest Kind of Magic
I was weeding the garden this morning, feeling a bit impatient with the overgrown patches near the fence. My knees were aching, and I just wanted the job finished so I could get back inside to my emails. Then, I saw it—a tiny, bright speck…
Circles in the Dark
I spent an hour this morning trying to untangle a single strand of yarn that had knotted itself around my knitting needle. It was frustrating, watching the thread loop over and over, creating a mess out of something that was meant to be a straight…
The Flight of Small Things
We spend our lives preparing for departures. We pack bags, check the time, and sit in rows, waiting for the metal shell to lift us into the thin, cold air. It is a strange suspension—a place where we are neither here nor there, caught between…