Quiet

Colorado backcountry. Mountain air. Ungodly early, dark skies. Sore back. Cold toes. Shallow breaths under rattling polyester. Eye lashes flutter open, revealing only silhouette. My cousin lays next to me, motionless. On her back. Suddenly, she whispers. “Michelle, are you awake?” I pause. There is no air. Only adrenaline-fueled electricity and static. “Yea.” Outside our … More Quiet

Beautiful Storm

I remember it well – the wild way the fog held close to the peaks of those blue mountains, trapped in clefts and crevices like slow, low-hanging clouds. The white vapor hung precariously, as though it wanted to rise but had hit a glass ceiling, an impenetrable wall. So, it settled instead. The sky was the lightest, most fragile shade of cotton … More Beautiful Storm