Travel

Sweet, cold air. Steam rose hot and white from our mugs every morning. Space heaters softened the chill. We greeted neighbors, shared persimmons from our tree and pawpaws from theirs. Bought fries on the empty boardwalk but had to pay with cash. Passed rows of headless meters and ducked into stores to stay warm. Read books cover to cover under scratchy woven blankets. ...

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https://youtube.com/watch?v=vDH7Ih3YesQ I took another trip to Philly for work last week. I love filming in cities, because the energy/people/sounds are so different from my daily experience. When I got home I noticed that most of my favorite clips were of some mode of transportation or other (with the exception of the part where I try to get my colleague Joy on camera and hilarity ensues), and so I combined them into one short little movie that makes me smile (and laugh at that silly part) every time I watch it.

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Thirty minutes before closing. The grounds are dotted with little houses, each one filled with whispering old objects. Electric fans move the air inside the main building and I wander through three levels. A man browses through silverware on the ground floor. I see him again on the second floor, looking at a small wooden puzzle box. And then we’re on the third floor where the air is thin. We are spirits looking for lost possessions. ...

I sat on that very same flat hometown rock when I was her age, on the side of a rushing cold water creek filled with crayfish and bubbles.

https://youtube.com/watch?v=https://www.youtube-nocookie.com/embed/DNZGlcfXM14

I stand on the deck of the boat, brow furrowed against whipping hair, wind lashing my back. I watch my heart trampoline hard on the wake, tethered to me with the thinnest rope. He swings wide, an inked stylus recording a round swell of current, then jerks left and right, scratching thick and black the sharp spikes of my fear. A final jolt, and he slips under the dark water. ...