Away We Go: Lasts, Part Two
Long way from home, they say. Those are the beginners. I was one of them hundreds of days ago.
Away We Go: Lasts
Why do we assign so much importance to what happens at the end? Why do the feelings in the last few minutes count for more than the thousands that came before? As if a good "last" could make up for any shortcomings beforehand.
Away We Go: Wildfire
But there is green poking up through the blackened earth. These tiny threads are short and vibrant like the first shoots in April that poke their heads questioningly from the earth. Is it time? they ask in a whisper. They are vulnerable. There is a good chance it is not time.
Away we Go: The Rocket and the Moon
It was as if the most spectacular parts of the first hour of sunrise were compressed into a handful of seconds. It was the kind of light where all details are lost.