February 18, 2013
The Hum of Passing Time
The smell of damp wool and wet pavement always brings me back to the city at dusk. It is a heavy, metallic...
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February 18, 2013
The Distance of Light
We are drawn to the glow. It is a primitive instinct, perhaps, to look toward the fire when the night turns cold...
February 17, 2013
The Weight of Stillness
There is a particular kind of waiting that happens in the cold. It is not the waiting for a train or a...