The Weight of Still Water
There is a particular silence that belongs only to the water before the wind wakes. It is a heavy, grey quiet. You stand at the edge, and for a moment, the boundary between the air and the lake dissolves. You are not looking at a reflection;…
Big Blue, by Magda BiskupThe Weight of Silence
We often mistake stillness for an absence, as if the world stops breathing when the wind dies down or the horizon pulls its veil tight. But silence is not empty; it is a heavy, blue architecture. It is the color of things that have waited a…
Waterfall, by Jose RenteriaThe Weight of Gravity
We are taught that to rise is to be free. We look at the birds, the clouds, the thin air above the treeline, and we assume that weight is a burden we must eventually shed. But the earth is patient. It pulls at everything, a constant, silent…