A memory: I am just a girl, with one skinny arm thrust from the car window. The hand cupped to cut the air: lifting. I am too young, then, to have learned Bernoulli’s Principle, or to have heard the word “airfoil.” But still, my palm curls into the wind, without needing an explanation. Without knowing […]
Tag: birds
defiance …
The birds come back first, though it’s seven degrees out. I watch them: raucous, small-bodied rebels, singing in the trees. Red-breasted balls of blue fluff, they wear their colors as a dare — an act of defiance against February’s gray. I watch them: hopping. Chattering. They warble and catcall, leaving a complicated series of footprints on […]
a metaphor in the beating of wings …
… I watched them leap the street again, spooling up into a cyclone, a thunderhead, a swell. In a moment, their shape shifted into something else entirely: something animal.
Or perhaps something not animal at all …
A Reminder, Found in the Gutter …
Fallen. Bedraggled. Beautiful. You too. ❤
One Last Look Back… & Then Forward
I’ve let this place lie fallow for a week now. I’ve been resting. Contemplating what’s come, and what comes next. Almost two months ago, I built this blog out of sheer desperation. Because at that time, wherever I looked I saw a lot of loneliness. I felt marooned in a city where I didn’t belong. […]
Week in Review: Day Thirty-Four
(Sometimes it’s tough to feel at home in your own city. Which is why I’ve given myself a challenge: each day, for forty days, I’m going to find *one* thing I love about this place. And then I’m going to tell you about it. If you want to follow my journey, start here. Today is Day Thirty-Four). This […]
A Metaphor in the Beating of Wings: Day Twenty-Nine
(Sometimes it’s tough to feel at home in your own city. Which is why I’ve given myself a challenge: each day, for forty days, I’m going to find *one* thing I love about this place. And then I’m going to tell you about it. If you want to follow my journey, start here. Today is Day Twenty-Nine.) Because […]