Magnanimity of Nature
Have you ever travelled to the mountains? Have you witnessed the first beams of the day gleam through rocky hills? How glorious a meeting the sun gives the mountains! I am sure that everybody who sees Ismail’s photo, taken at East Flores of…
The Weight of Small Wings
I spent this morning watching a spider weave a web between the porch chairs. It was so small, almost invisible against the morning mist, yet it worked with such steady, quiet purpose. It didn't seem to care that the wind kept shaking the threads…
The Weight of Glass
The smell of dry earth and cheap incense always pulls me back to the feeling of a crowded market. It is a thick, humid scent that clings to the back of the throat, tasting faintly of dust and sugar. I remember the sensation of glass against…