The Height of Silence
There is a specific weight to the space between the ground and the canopy, a vertical distance that once held the neck of a creature I knew in a book from my childhood. It was a drawing of a giraffe, its head lost somewhere in the clouds, representing…
The Geometry of Rest
The mourning dove, when it chooses a perch, does not seek the highest branch or the most sheltered hollow. It often selects a solitary, weathered stone or a fence post, sitting perfectly still until its grey plumage seems to dissolve into the…
The Weight of a Glance
There is a specific silence that follows the departure of a childhood summer. It is not the silence of an empty room, but the quiet that settles when a version of yourself—the one who believed the sun would never set on a Tuesday—simply…