There’s something about an airport curb that brings a swell of feelings. A simple ledge of concrete, so laden with emotion, family and friends on one side, the sweeping unknown on the other. It’s a hinge, a precipice, the smallest and most terrifying cli ...
Have you ever noticed the salt? The way it sticks to the inside of your nose, tickles your throat as it finds its way to your lungs, gently burrows in with each inhale, bringing the sea with it. Or the tides? How they roll so gently, a sheet of white pil ...
Breath rasps in and out of our lungs. One step, then another, hiking boots slipping slightly on loose tan rocks and dust. Another corner, turn, another switchback. Harsh wind blasts us as we round the face of the peak, threatening to throw us off, tilt u ...
Water tupelos. American beech. Bald cypresses. Loblollies. To a blind eye, they look the same. But even to my own medically deficient eyesight, each sapling is unique, independent, prepared to spread its leaves against the sun. There is bark that is thic ...
Thunk. Ping. Krsshh. Crunch. Gravel compressed under our tires and ricocheted off the undercarriage as we inched our way farther down the remote road. Before us, endless speckled grey and brown dirt stretched to the horizon, but flanking it, jagged windb ...
Start.
Just start.
No perfect moment
No stylized header
No cultivated following
Or even clear path…
