The Weight of the Horizon
The day does not end with a shout. It ends with a withdrawal. We watch the light retreat, pulling itself back from the fields, from the water, from the edges of our own skin. There is a specific kind of hunger that arrives then—a desire to…
Tracing the Dark
I spent an hour tonight trying to untangle a string of fairy lights that had knotted themselves into a tight, impossible ball in the back of my closet. My fingers were clumsy, and for a while, I was just pulling at random loops, making the…
Stillness
In the stillness of this scenic lake, is the moment we realize that in nature’s quietness, is where all our answers lie. As the morning rises, and our search for all the questions in our minds begin, we find it calming to know, all that we…