The Weight of the Path
I spent this morning trying to find my keys, tearing through the hallway closet and moving stacks of old mail. It was a frantic, messy start to the day. Eventually, I found them sitting right on the kitchen counter, exactly where I had left…
The Weight of What Follows
Dear traveler, I have been thinking about the things we leave behind when we think no one is watching. We spend our lives trying to be seen, curating the way we stand and the way we speak, hoping to leave a mark that is solid and permanent.…
Gravity and the Upward Pull
There is a particular quality to the air just before a summer storm breaks, when the heat has been pressed into the earth for so long that the atmosphere feels heavy, almost solid. It is a moment of suspension, where the birds go quiet and…