The Pulse of the Crowd
I was standing in the back of a crowded subway car this morning, squeezed between a stranger’s backpack and the sliding doors. Everyone was staring at their phones, faces washed out in that familiar blue glow. Suddenly, the train lurched,…
The essence of morning freshness by Karthick SaravananThe Salt on the Breath
The tide does not ask for permission. It arrives. It recedes. It leaves behind the damp sand, a clean slate for the day to write upon.
We carry so much weight in our pockets. Old worries. The heavy stones of yesterday. We walk the shoreline…
Desert Reverie by Anastasia MarkusWhere the Silence Settles
To whoever made this, I have been trying to find the words to tell you what it feels like to be small in a place that is so very large. We spend our lives trying to fill the rooms we inhabit with noise, with clutter, with the frantic need to…