The Pulse of the Distance
I was standing on my balcony this evening, just watching the neighbors’ windows light up one by one. It is funny how a city can feel so crowded and yet so incredibly lonely at the same time. You look at those glowing squares and you know…
The Persistence of Green
There is a quiet violence to the way a season turns. We often speak of spring as a gentle arrival, a soft unfolding of petals and light, but if you look closely at the soil, you see the truth of it: it is an act of defiance. The earth does…
The Weight of the Wind
The wind does not ask for permission. It arrives with a dry, scouring intent, erasing the lines we draw in the dust. We build walls, we stack stones, we believe in the permanence of our own footprints. But the air has a different memory. It…