August 31, 2014
Salt on the Silk
The smell of brine always pulls me back to the damp, heavy air of a harbor before the sun fully wakes. It...
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Reflections
August 31, 2014
The Architecture of Silence
We often mistake the wild for a place of noise, a chaotic collision of tooth and claw, but the true pulse of...
August 30, 2014
The Quiet Way Home
I spent an hour this morning watching a beetle navigate the cracks in my patio stones. It kept hitting obstacles, turning around,...
