The Weight of a Breath
In the high places, where the air thins and the earth turns to stone, time behaves differently. It does not rush. It waits. A child knows this better than we do. They do not carry the burden of the horizon or the anxiety of the coming winter.…
Cheetah Stare, by Bashar AlaeddinThe Weight of a Gaze
I was sitting in the dentist’s waiting room this morning, flipping through a magazine I didn’t really want to read, when I caught a stranger looking at me. It wasn't a glance that flickered away; it was a long, steady hold. For a second,…
The Weight of Hands
I spent this morning trying to fix a loose hinge on my kitchen cabinet. I’m not particularly handy, and I ended up with a small, jagged scratch across my thumb. It was a minor thing, really, but it made me stop and look at my hands. We use…