Joy

I am accustomed to flying through the sky. Feeling my fingers fall through the air as I release my grasp on the wooden bar anchoring my dangling body above the earth. I soak in the audience’s [+]

Every day the sun descendsThe fireflies begin to blinkThat's when we know It’s time to get readyAll of my Dad’s workers adorn their costumesFlashes of crimson, swaths of gold [+]

We discovered the wilderness, and with it, the pleasures of our senses. Sun rays shared warmth with delicate fingers, touching us gently as we stretched lazily upon rocks and sand [+]

It's oddly unfamiliar and kind of hard to explain, how do I put this? I woke up and I was in a new environment. Mom always told me that the future would hold something exceptional, but sometimes I [+]

I once thought I didn’t know how to tell how time flies; tracking, following, and racing it always felt like a betrayal to my own identity, as if I was susceptible to guilt by simply hoping time [+]

How to make sense of this? How to find solace in my fear? The answer came unexpectedly in the early days of lockdown. A thought emerged and kept persisting, “grow a garden,” it [+]

“Stick ‘em up, trees!” the North Wind said; Then shook down all their gold and fled! And there they stand with limbs raised high, Robbed by the bandit of the autumn sky [+]

The sun was sliding lower in the sky as sunset approached. Glorious when the wind moved the clouds away, casting brilliance upon the sunflowers and goldenrod. Sunglow, my favorite color in the [+]

Living amongst a world of endless concrete in Center City I didn’t expect to find a wild mushroom colony on the walk home from preschool. Over the summer, my 3.5 year old daughter and I discovered [+]