The light goes so fast. It's dark again before I realize it's happening. A darkening room, a quieting world, the rushing of distant cars the only reliable sound. A bird now and then, to make me feel like it's spring. I've been writing again. Not much, but it's there, and…
Some small sound will wake me - my dog taking a stroll around the apartment, the curtains snapping in the breeze. I used to get frustrated, but now I find a strange ease in it. It's my time to research things I've been thinking about, work out story ideas, make…
A couple of weeks ago, I took up running. I'm not exactly sure why. I'm not an athletic person by nature, and running had always felt like the sort of activity I'd dislike. To me it seemed overly focused on speed and power and pushing limits. I prefer nudging limits,…
