January 1st, 2014, and I wake to the sound of talking. I’m still new to Australia, it’s still new to me. These days are spent maneuvering the wrong side of the road, flicking the windshield wipers on instead of the blinker, breathing in salty air. (more…)
You arrive at a city. You’re confused by the ticket-eating machines at the train stops and the backwards spiderwebs of the transit lines. (more…)
Utah, United States
It’s easy to be happy when you’re deep in the green.
Outside, the night has turned windy. Even through the closed window, you can hear the rasping of dry leaves in the dark and the slow creak of the unlatched backyard fence. You’re slightly feverish, energetic, immune to the cold despite the shortness of the days. A warm body lays next to you, telling you stories in the hopes that you’ll tire. You don’t, so you roll to your knees and open the window, leaning out to feel the breeze. (more…)
A ten-minute drive away from Cape du Couedic lay Remarkable Rocks, which sounded too much like a tourist trap to be true. However, the sight was definitely worth the trip, with several behemoth boulders blown into bizarre configurations by time, wind, and natural erosion.
Remarkable, indeed. (more…)
The sand’s heat has relaxed through the long afternoon, and a faint sliver of a moon has made its way over the trees, wriggling in between the stars. The bonfire has slow-burned through the night, down to embers, and our bellies are full when the three of us venture out into the dunes. Flip-flops are abandoned in the dark. Matt carries a Tupperware of cool white wine as our feet sink, silent, into liquid white sand. (more…)
When I left the Dominican Republic after high school graduation, my goodbyes all crackled with an unspoken electricity – one which I tried, and failed, to contain. I was too excited about what lay ahead to truly let the endings sink in. (more…)