The Weight of Still Water
It is 3:15 am, and the house has finally stopped settling. In the dark, the mind does not look for movement; it looks for the places where everything has come to a complete halt. We spend our days running, terrified that if we stop, we will…
The Persistence of Motion
There is a specific quality to the light in the late afternoon, just before the sun begins its final descent, when the shadows stretch thin and sharp across the pavement. It is a time of day that demands movement, as if the cooling air is a…
The Weight of Rain
When I was seven, my mother told me that rain was just the sky trying to wash the dust off the world. I spent an entire afternoon sitting on our back porch, watching the water turn the dry, gray dirt into dark, slick mud. I remember the way…