Caught in the Current
I remember a morning in the high country when the wind decided to turn the world upside down. I was sitting on a stone wall, watching a girl no older than six trying to cross a field. She wasn't walking so much as she was being carried by the…
The Breath Before the Storm
We often mistake the horizon for a boundary, a line drawn in the sand to tell us where our world ends and the unknown begins. But there are evenings when the atmosphere grows heavy, thick with the scent of ozone and the promise of a sudden,…
The Echo of Geometry
In the study of ancient architecture, one often finds that the builders were not merely stacking stone upon stone, but attempting to map the heavens onto the earth. They believed that if the proportions were correct, the building would act…