Yagathmayam by Prasanth ChandranThe Breath of Rain
There is a particular rhythm to the monsoon that asks us to slow our pulse until it matches the falling water. We often view rain as an interruption, a gray veil that obscures the clarity of the day, but perhaps it is actually a return to a…
Sunset over Lago Arenal by John PeltierWhere the Earth Breathes
Dear reader, I have been thinking about the way we try to hold onto things that are meant to move. We stand on the edge of something vast and we want to pin it down, to keep the light from shifting or the water from turning cold. But the world…
The Geometry of Standing Still
There is a specific kind of patience required to exist in a city that is constantly rushing toward its own horizon. I often think of the corners in Lisbon or the transit hubs in London where people pause, suspended between the place they have…