Touching the Sky

I used to be afraid to fly and one pre-flight drink was not enough, the conservative dose of alcohol merely dulling the anticipatory panic that this would be a 'bad' flight, where I would lose my grip on reality and be that person freaking out on the plane. But then your fingers found mine and…

Mornings

There's something to be said for rising early, for being among the first on the train, a touch bleary-eyed, coffee still warm from the French press from which it was just poured. The light of the subway car is harsh and apt to make anyone look unflattering before the light has time to break across…