The Weight of Becoming
We watch them grow, yet we are never quite ready for the distance they create. It is a quiet migration. One day they are held in the palm of your hand, and the next, they are looking through you, toward a horizon you cannot see. There is a…
The Geometry of Patience
There is a specific quality to the light just before a storm breaks, a heavy, silver-grey diffusion that flattens the world and makes every object appear weighted with its own history. It is the kind of light that demands a slowing of the pulse,…
The Pattern of Home
I spent twenty minutes this morning trying to find my keys, retracing my steps through the hallway and checking the pockets of every coat I own. When I finally found them sitting on the kitchen counter, I realized I had walked past them a dozen…