The Weight of Motion
We are taught that to be still is to be present. But there are moments when the blood moves faster than the thought, when the body knows the path before the mind has even considered the direction. It is a kind of surrender. To move with such…
The Rhythm of Sudden Wetness
The smell of hot pavement meeting cold water is a scent that pulls the breath right out of my lungs. It is sharp, metallic, and heavy with the dust of a thousand footsteps finally being washed away. I remember running through a storm like that…
The Weight of Air
There is a moment before the landing when the body is entirely separate from the earth. It is a suspension of gravity, a brief rebellion against the inevitable pull of the ground. We spend our lives tethered to the soil, walking paths worn…