August 26, 2015
The Salt on the Wind
The smell of cooling asphalt after a summer rain always brings me back to the feeling of bare feet on hot pavement....
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Reflections
August 25, 2015
Stones That Remember
I spent this morning trying to scrub a stubborn stain off my kitchen table. It’s an old piece of wood, scarred by...
August 25, 2015
The Weight of Water
There is a specific silence that follows the rain. It is not the absence of sound, but the presence of a new,...
