Walk 1.

The same walk. Three different mornings. Three different senses. My house to the library: sound As I neared the street (head down as to not be disrupted by the alien foliage) I was nearing the ocean. The hum of engines transformed into the roar of waves lapping up against the shore. The noise grew louder, …

Of the Earth.

My favorite piece of literature is Emerson's Nature essay. My copy is bent, torn, dog eared and covered in illegible notes. I keep it with me at all times, read it for pleasure and for inspiration. His words have reached a deep layer within my soul that most other writing has failed to touch. When …