July 3, 2020
The Weight of Grey
There is a specific, heavy stillness that descends when the sky turns the colour of wet slate, just before the first rain...
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July 2, 2020
The Anchor of the Dark
I keep a small, rusted brass compass in the top drawer of my desk, its needle long ago surrendered to the stillness....
July 2, 2020
The Weight of a Breath
Why do we assume that to be small is to be insignificant? We spend our lives measuring our worth by the space...