Dear traveler, I have been thinking about the way we measure distance. We usually count it in miles or hours, but perhaps it is better measured by the things we are willing to leave behind. There is a quiet courage in knowing when to move,…
The air in winter has a sharp, metallic bite that clings to the back of the throat, tasting of frost and distant woodsmoke. I remember standing in a crowd where the cold was a physical weight, pressing against my shoulders, until a sudden warmth…
When I was ten, my grandfather taught me how to read the time by the way the shadows stretched across our porch in Enugu. He didn't use a watch; he used the angle of the sun against the stone pillars. He would point to a dark, jagged shape…
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