Worth the Wait
The silence had texture in the beginning. It pressed against his button eyes like a physical thing, dense and particular, shifting with the seasons that he could not see but only sens...
Approaching a New Year
She walks the diminishing road with her spine held straight, though something in the angle of her shoulders suggests the weight she carries is not borne in her muscles but som...
The Liminal Twilight
There exists a threshold between day and night when the world suspends itself in cobalt uncertainty. The photographers call it the blue hour—that liminal margin when the sun has...
The abandoned Booth
The phone box stood where it had always stood, on the brow of the hill where the land fell away in folds of yellow gorse and grey stone towards the Atlantic. Its green paint had...
A tree's Testament
The tree had grown accustomed to the particular quality of December light—thin and precise, filtering through the forest canopy with a clarity that seemed to sharpen the world's e...
Grey Seawaters
There is something about the sea in winter that strips away pretence. In summer, it offers itself generously—a playground for children, a postcard backdrop for tourists, all sparkle a...