Take me to the Blue by Stefanie LaroussinieThe Weight of the Tide
There is a specific blue that exists only in the memory of a house I no longer visit. It was the color of the chipped paint on the kitchen door, a shade that seemed to hold the light of a summer that never quite ended. When I think of that…
The Weight of Green
There is a particular way the light behaves when it is forced to pass through a barrier. It loses its arrogance. It becomes something else—a filtered, hesitant thing that clings to the edges of what it touches. We spend our lives looking…
The Weight of White
In the deepest part of the year, the world undergoes a strange, quiet subtraction. We are accustomed to the clutter of summer—the frantic green of leaves, the noise of insects, the relentless demand of growth. But winter acts as a great eraser.…