Waiting for the Glow
I spent an hour this morning untangling a string of fairy lights I had shoved into a drawer last winter. It was a messy, frustrating task, and I almost gave up twice. But once I finally plugged them in, the room changed. The harsh, clinical…
The Memory of Mud
The smell of wet earth after a sudden monsoon rain is not just a scent; it is a weight that settles deep in the lungs. It tastes of iron and ancient, cooling stone. When I was a child, I would press my palms into the riverbank, feeling the…
In the Midst of Multiple Worlds
Have you ever felt there is a certain reality outside everyone?
For me, I feel like a solid mass occupying a certain volume; affected by heat and cold, wind and waves, and much more. I sense a certain reality around me, albeit, if only when…