The Weight of the Horizon
There is a quiet, heavy geometry to the way we carry our lives. We are all, in some measure, tethered to the burdens we have chosen or the ones that were simply placed upon our shoulders by the turning of the day. We lean into the wind, our…
Between Sea and Sky
I spent this morning trying to find my keys, tearing through drawers and checking the pockets of every coat I own. It was a frantic, noisy start to the day. Eventually, I stopped. I stood in the middle of my living room and just breathed, waiting…
The Weight of Waiting
The smell of dry earth after a long drought is a sharp, metallic scent that clings to the back of the throat. It is the smell of patience. When I was small, I remember sitting on a stone step, my legs dangling, feeling the rough, sun-baked…