It’s 5:30 am, the sun is creeping over the horizon, and it’s stunningly quiet at the gate. Each of us waiting for flight 4975 to open its honeycomb doors.
For the hummingbird, the instant the nectar enters its beak. For the dolphin, the moment it slips back into the wave. For you and me, the slice of time we
Things you never imagine come to pass and your life becomes a crucible in which the lessons are ground into a fine powder you can taste in back of your