The Weight of Silence
The smell of sun-baked limestone always brings me back to the feeling of a heavy wooden door under my palm. It is a dry, chalky heat that clings to the skin, the kind that makes your fingertips feel brittle and ancient. I remember the sound…
Flying Colors
Have you ever noticed that colors have the magical power to turn your mood on or off? Just do a little experiment and you'll know what I'm talking about. The next time when you feel lonely or sad, put on a bright dress, and look at the bright…
The Weight of Stillness
The smell of cold stone and old incense clings to the back of my throat, a dry, powdery scent that tastes like history. I remember sitting on floors just like this, where the ground is hard enough to press the shape of the earth into your shins.…