Boynton Canyon Storms, by Steve HirschThe Weight of the Sky
There is a moment before the rain arrives when the air stops moving. The birds go quiet. The trees hold their breath, waiting for the sky to decide what it wants to be. We spend our lives looking for certainty, for a horizon that stays still,…
Gone with the Wind
This windy day howls and moans, shattering the day. On such a day, all is lost with the wind. Still he remains, but keeps moving. He feels the wind on his face, knowing that it is pushing him away. Exhausted from the struggle, his heart chants…
The Architecture of Becoming
There is a peculiar, quiet dignity in the act of preparation. We are so often obsessed with the finished product—the grand opening, the final note of a symphony, the ribbon cut—that we forget the world is held together by the people who…