it smelled like the august of 2013
I stepped outside and the scent of sunshine, of warm wind, of a very specific olfactory sensation hit me. It made me think of hope and memories yet to be made from late-night dorm talks,
valleys of shadow
It's a quiet day at the desk here. I'm minding the phones but my mind is in a faraway place, pondering great human suffering and the broken, dismal bleakness of our world. I made the
0.6 miles of holiness
Every evening around 10:30pm, if you're hanging around a certain Chicago street corner, you'll see a couple emerge from a yellowed apartment building, usually holding hands. They begin a 0.6 -mile walk in the twilight,