The Weight of a Cup
I sat in the corner of the cafe this morning, watching the steam rise from my mug. It was one of those rare, quiet moments before the day demanded anything of me. Across the room, two people were leaning in close, their hands wrapped around…
The Elusive Gateway
You have one door left in your world; do you know that? Do you realize you always have one chance left in your life? Although, it’s not every day that chance is at your feet. You have to search for it, keep looking. Once you find it, you realize…
The Rhythm of Returning
The smell of damp earth always pulls me back to the hour when the sun begins to bruise the sky. It is a heavy, metallic scent, like iron cooling in the rain. I remember the feeling of bicycle handlebars against my palms—the rubber grips worn…