The Hum of Spring
The smell of damp earth after a long winter is a heavy, velvet thing that clings to the back of the throat. It is the scent of waking up. I remember running through fields where the grass was tall enough to tickle my palms, a cool, rhythmic…
The Geometry of Summer
I spent this morning trying to organize my bookshelf, but I ended up just sitting on the floor, tracing the patterns on the spine of an old journal. It is funny how we spend so much of our lives looking for the big picture, the grand narrative,…
The Architecture of Roots
We are all grafted onto the lives of those who came before us, a long, tangled vine reaching toward the sun. To hold a hand is to acknowledge the sap that runs through both, the shared history of storms weathered and winters endured. We often…