The space between stars is best described as nothing.
The same nothing as the distance between the tree just outside your window and the blue sky beyond.
The same nothing as the the rainbow you chase as a child - sure of it’s colourful existence but never able to catch it.
The same nothing as the thought that goes into planning a meal. The unseen conception that only becomes created when it’s...
“It sounds like it smells,” I sign, then wave my hands around as if to stir up the fall scents around us.
“Explain,” Tara signs with a smile.
“You know in the morning, when the air starts to feel crisper. Like, hmmm, like there is a sharpness to the air. And it smells a little damp, but not hot damp, cool damp?”
“Yeah…” she signs slowly, skeptically.
“Well it sounds like that.” Pausing, gr...
The candle glow was warm, and cast a glow that reminded me of butter. The leaves closest to my candle brightened, but not enough to discern their color. Nevertheless, their vibrancy was highlighted.
The glow cast a spherical light. The thick milky darkness of the night beyond. Over head, the stars were peeking through, beginning to sparkle.
It’s not that it was simply dark and bright. There we...
Em,
Seems like you’ve been gone forever! How has your summer been?
When my mom found my report card (my backpack is NOT a great hiding place) she registered me in summer school. So that’s what I’ve been doing for the last few weeks. Super boring. How’s the lake? It’s kinda fun to write snail mail back and forth.
Sam
Sam!
Your letter arrived! Obviously, because I’m writing back! Look at us, ...
“Like this,” the woman snapped, shaking a picture she had torn out of a magazine. “I want it like this! I don’t know why you are arguing with me.”
I took a deep breath. We had been talking in circles for 5 minutes: I want my hair like this - but that’s curly hair - if mine were shorter it would be more curly - that’s not the way it works - but I like the style - but it won’t look like that.
We ...
This is the way sunlight feels as it glimmers through the leaves,
This is the way air feels as it breezes through the blades of grass,
This is the way an ant feels as it crawls over my leg,
This is the way the clouds feel as they float in the sky,
The way the ocean must feel as it waves.
Effortless
Connected
I drift off, dizzy with sleep.
Absorbing and absorbed,
By sleep, by nature.
My mind...
The sound came on suddenly and in rapid succession. It was startling, like gunshots would be on a quiet night, and yet I knew it wasn’t an evil or terrifying sound but his laugh!
As quickly as the sharp staccato of the laughter escaped his body, he sucked in a raspy lung full of air before letting loose again.
Knowing now, that this sound emanated due to hilarity, I could more easily be moved...
The house is quiet. The sky is lightening to the east - a view I am graced with every morning as I look out the kitchen window. The dogs have been fed, the coffee has been brewing and it’s almost time to pour the cup.
The teaspoon of sugar, the splash of cream, the aroma of the brew - it is the most consistent ritual I have, and I look forward to it each night when I go to bed.
The house is qu...
