The Weight of Salt
There is a particular honesty in the wind that blows off the ice. It does not care for the things we hang out to dry. It does not care for the warmth we try to keep close to our skin. We build our lives against the mountain, placing our small,…
The Architecture of Breath
To be unanchored is a terrifying grace. We spend our lives building stone walls and naming the corners of our rooms, convinced that stability is the only way to survive the wind. Yet, there is a secret language in the way things scatter when…
The Architecture of Breath
We often speak of the sky as a void, a hollow space waiting to be filled by weather or the passage of birds. Yet, if we watch long enough, we see that it is not empty at all. It is a construction site. There is a weight to the way light settles…