As I write these words, Winter is having its last gasp. Fat white flakes swirl, caught in the golden cones streaming from the streetlights. Once again — when we’re all hungering so fiercely for Spring — the world erases itself into white. And yet: Winter cannot last. If you’re finding that hard to believe today, please know that I dug […]
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the place I come from…
“I think what you notice most when you haven’t been home in a while is how much the trees have grown around your memories.” — Mitch Albom It’s been quiet here at alpha // whiskey // foxtrot for the last few days, and that’s because I’ve spent those days in the company of my […]
other tongues …
I have spent my life in the company of those who like to talk about words. Their power (so they say) mightier than the sword.
But words are just one language, and — hear me — there are others. Ones I am just now beginning to learn…
things left unsaid …
Whatever you’ve been meaning to say … I hope you say it today: Speak gentle. Speak thoughtful. Speak breathless. Speak bold. Speak honest, even if honesty feels rusty in your mouth. Go on now. Take a breath … Begin again. ❤
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 […]
Flashback: A Question, Left By a Brook …
True story? At least three times in the past three days, someone I care about has stared straight into my eyes and said something like: I can’t take much more of winter. They haven’t said the words like people griping about getting caught in an afternoon rainshower. Instead, they’ve spoken with a kind of emptiness and exhaustion […]
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