Above Clouds

Today I will watch the sun rise and fall twice. I wish there were words to describe how beautiful it is to look, from seven miles in the air, down over the summer Arctic - endless brown mountains mirrored in the glassy waters; dark and chill depths covered by tiny giant pieces of an ice-perfect, …

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No matter how much I have to write about, sometimes I find myself at a loss for words, with nothing I can say. For about nine months, starting last September, I was trying to write a story. I had a few very clear scenes in my head, but no matter how many ways I arranged …

STS-135

We come from down the street and up the coast; from across the country and around the world. We fill the hotels and public parking lots. We sleep in our cars and our tents and out under the stars and the rain, pitting ourselves against nature's tenacious unpredictability in a battle we must win. Today, …

Conveyance

I walk home, late at night, through mundanity's unmatched beauty: falling snow in nighttime light, chubby flakes of crystal air that pause between heaven and earth, reflect the gold and silver of the streetlamps and the stars, come down to gently rest on their brethren in a purifying peaceful blanket. Those who drive have at …

Wintercity

The city is an easy place to get lost in, a world of glass that reflects the grey concrete and greyer winter sky. It is laden with mirages: Friends and foreigners look the same through heavy coats and foggy windows, and the buildings that we pass along the street lose their familiarity beneath the hanging …