The World Beneath Our Feet
I spent an hour this morning trying to find my keys, crawling on my hands and knees across the living room floor. I didn't find the keys, but I did find a layer of dust I hadn't noticed and a small, forgotten marble from my childhood. It was…
The Weight of Bare Feet
I spent this morning trying to find a pair of shoes that didn't pinch my heels. It felt like a chore, another small box to check before I could start my day. Then, I caught sight of a neighbor’s child running across the grass, completely…
The Weight of Water
We are born with a hunger for the surface. To reach into the dark, cold places where things hide. It is a quiet violence, this act of catching. We stand in the current, waiting for the tremor against our skin, a signal from a world that does…