December 19, 2014
The Weight of Cool Breath
The air after a storm has a specific, heavy skin. It clings to the back of your throat, tasting of wet stone...
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Reflections
December 18, 2014
The Rhythm of Passing Through
I missed my train this morning. I was standing on the platform, fumbling with my bag, when the doors hissed shut and...
December 18, 2014
The Stillness Within the Storm
There is a rhythm to the world that exists beneath the surface of our movement. We often mistake the noise of life...
