My neighbor, Gale, suggested I go outside.Not do anything, just step onto the deck and look up. The moon was already awake when I opened the door, its glow softened by cold air and thin clouds, a kind of silvery invitation into the night. The air was cool but welcoming, the way water can beContinue reading “Orion’s Lesson”
Author Archives: Sara Harlan
Easter Agate Hunt
I walk the beach as the sun drops and the light sharpens, the water catching it, stretching it into a glistening path that points toward the end of the day. The slanting light catches in the agates, turning them into small, translucent treasures, suddenly visible, findable. The light feels like a favor, as if somethingContinue reading “Easter Agate Hunt”
The Weight of Visibility
I am driving across the Skagit Flats and onto Fir Island, that wide and unguarded stretch of land where fields and sky seem to share the same breath. It is March now, that tender edge between seasons. The snow geese are beginning to lift and move on, their time here loosening. In their place, smallContinue reading “The Weight of Visibility”