The Woven Reply

I smiled again, reading this.

The Specific Shade

My hand hovered over the table longer than it should have.

Red.

Black.

Blue.

I picked one up, put it back, then reached for it again.

The Slimmest of Margins

Earlier today, I stood there.

Holding a journal.

Having a quiet argument with myself.

Should I give it to her?

Let the Bird Fly

There are moments when you send something into the world and you find yourself watching the sky afterwards.

The Door Called "I Do Not Know"

I completed a leadership programme recently.

Loving With Open Hands

There is a difference between holding something and holding onto something.

When the Horizon Appears

A few years ago, I noticed something curious about travelling long distances.

The Fog Before the Verdict

There is a stretch of road I travel from time to time where the morning fog arrives before the sun.

Near There

John has a habit of arriving near there.

The Strength of Things

Sometimes the strongest thing a bridge can do is remain standing without anyone crossing it for a few days.