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Amelia Cross

Amelia Cross has contributed to Light & Composition since 2015. Her Reflections meditate on what is no longer there — the absence with a shape, the gap left by something specific that once existed. Amelia's writing is never vague in its grief: she names what is gone, precisely, and finds in that precision a kind of staying power. Readers return to her pieces at particular times of year. They tend to know exactly why.

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February 18, 2017

The Weight of Light

There is a specific silence that follows the departure of a morning fog. It is not a true silence, of course, but a thinning of the world, as if the air itself has been scrubbed clean of everything that happened the night before. I remember the way my father’s study felt after he had cleared […]

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January 3, 2017

The Ink of Memory

There is a specific silence that follows the death of a language. It is not a quiet room or a lack of noise, but the disappearance of a particular way of naming the world. I think of my grandmother’s kitchen, where she spoke a dialect that now exists only in the back of my throat, […]

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December 29, 2016

The Weight of Staying

There is a specific silence that follows the closing of a cage door, even when the door is never locked. I remember the heavy iron latch of my grandfather’s garden gate, the way it clicked shut, signaling that the world outside was vast and dangerous, while the world inside was merely small. We mistake the […]

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December 26, 2016

The Weight of Stillness

There was a wooden stool in my grandfather’s study that held the exact indentation of his weight for thirty years. After he died, the stool remained, but the weight was gone, leaving behind a hollow that felt heavier than the man himself. We often mistake stillness for an absence of action, a pause before something […]

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December 18, 2016

The Weight of Elsewhere

There is a specific silence left behind when a traveler finally turns their back on a place they never truly belonged to. It is not the silence of a vacant room, but the heavy, lingering quiet of a threshold crossed. I remember the way the air felt in the house my grandmother sold—the way the […]

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December 3, 2016

The Weight of a Feather

There is a specific silence that follows the departure of a songbird. It is not a true silence, but a sudden thinning of the air, as if the space where a heartbeat once fluttered has been hollowed out. I remember the way my grandmother’s garden felt after the last swallow left for the season; the […]

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December 1, 2016

The Weight of Unspoken Names

There is a specific silence that follows a child who has learned to stop asking. It is not the silence of peace, but the silence of a door that has been closed so many times it no longer expects to be opened. I remember the way my own mother would look at the horizon when […]

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November 20, 2016

The Weight of a Wing

There is a specific silence that follows the departure of a bird. It is not merely the absence of sound, but the sudden, hollow weight of the air where a heartbeat once fluttered. I remember the way the light used to catch the feathers of the sparrows in my grandmother’s garden—a frantic, iridescent shimmer that […]

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November 3, 2016

The Architecture of Echoes

There is a specific silence that lives in a roofless room. It is not the silence of peace, but the silence of a conversation that stopped mid-sentence decades ago. I remember the kitchen of my grandmother’s house after the last box was carried out; the way the light hit the linoleum, exposing the exact square […]

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October 27, 2016

The Weight of a Ghost

There is a specific silence that follows a laugh, the kind that leaves a hollow space in the air where the sound used to be. I think of the blue ceramic mug my mother used to hold, the one with the chipped rim that felt like a secret map under my thumb. It is gone […]

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October 17, 2016

The Weight of a Wingbeat

There is a specific silence that follows the departure of something small and frantic. It is not a quiet of peace, but a quiet of sudden, hollowed-out air. I remember the way the kitchen felt after the last moth of the season finally stopped its erratic thrumming against the windowpane—the glass suddenly felt too cold, […]

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October 13, 2016

The Weight of Winter

There is a specific silence that belongs only to the deep cold. It is not the absence of sound, but the presence of a weight that presses against the lungs, turning every breath into a visible ghost. I remember the way the air felt in my grandfather’s shed, where the tools hung in their designated […]

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