March 17, 2015
The Anatomy of Routine
In the quiet hours of the morning, before the world has fully committed to its noise, there is a rhythm to the...
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Reflections
March 17, 2015
The Echo of the Spark
There was a specific blue ceramic mug on my kitchen counter that held the heat of tea for exactly twenty minutes before...
March 16, 2015
The Breath of Cold Stone
The air at high altitude has a specific metallic tang, like licking a frozen spoon. It is a sharp, clean scent that...
