The Weight of Small Things
I found a stray kitten behind the bins this morning, shivering and quiet. I didn't have much to offer, just a bit of milk and a dry towel, but as I held it, I felt that strange, sudden shift in my own chest. It is a heavy thing, isn't it? The…
The Pulse Beneath the Bark
There is a specific heat that rises from damp earth after a long rain, a smell of wet minerals and decaying leaves that clings to the back of the throat. I remember walking through a forest where the air felt thick enough to swallow, a humid…
The Weight of Winter
We carry the remnants of our seasons like heavy coats long after the frost has retreated. There is a particular gravity to the things we leave behind—the rusted tools, the splintered wood, the skeletal frames of what once carried us forward.…