The birds are louder than the thunder this morning. As I step outside well before sunrise, it feels like I have cracked the door to some ancient time, and am walking into a cathedral choir of songbirds. The acoustics β€” the kind you can only experience with high ceilings and insulated walls β€” swell about … Continue reading


The earth beneath me is soft and saturated. I sink into it, making an imprint. Days ago that same earth was hard as concrete beneath my boots. It felt like tiny mountain ridges where the moles had cracked open the topsoil. I thought of walking on mountain tops, seeing a small world below and having … Continue reading saturday