The Alchemy of Iron and Light
We often mistake the heavy things of this world for permanent ones. We see steel, we see stone, we see the rigid architecture of our own making, and we assume they are the masters of the landscape. But light is a patient traveler. It does not…
The Chalk and the Dust
The smell of dry chalk dust always brings me back to the rough grain of a wooden desk under my palms. It is a scent that clings to the back of the throat, sharp and mineral, like the taste of a mountain stream before the sun warms it. I remember…
The Weight of the Path
We leave pieces of ourselves behind in the things we no longer use. A coat that no longer fits the shape of our shoulders. A pair of boots that have walked too many miles on hard, unforgiving ground. We think we are moving forward, shedding…