The Weight of the Descent
It is 3:14 am. The house has finally stopped settling, and the silence is heavy enough to touch. At this hour, I often think about the things we choose to climb and the things we are terrified to fall from. We spend our lives building structures—schedules,…
The Weight of Stone and Sky
There is a specific, heavy silence that settles over high ground when the sun is caught behind a ridge, leaving the valley floor in a bruised, violet shadow. It is a stillness that feels ancient, as if the earth is holding its breath to see…
The Weight of What We Build
Dear stranger, I have been thinking about the things we leave unfinished. We spend our lives stacking one day upon another, hoping the structure holds, hoping the roof we build over our heads is strong enough to keep out the rain. There is…