We walk the wetland trail, my friend and I, bundled and mostly quiet. He is the kind of person who hears the world more precisely than I do. He knows birds the way some people know languages, through cadence, inflection, and a fluency that seems to bypass conscious thought. When he listens, it is withContinue reading “Each Voice Matters”
Author Archives: Sara Harlan
At the Threshold
The year turned without much ceremony. No fireworks. No declarations. Just a morning that looked like every other morning. Gray light. Coffee cooling on the counter. A familiar ache settling into my chest. The calendar said January. My heart said something else entirely. After two years of living with Wally, two years of daily walks,Continue reading “At the Threshold”
Atop the Soggy Bald
The day I chose to hike Guemes Mountain was the kind of day that might politely (or not-so-politely) suggest staying home. The forecast used phrases like atmospheric river and bomb cyclone, which sound poetic until you remember they mean sustained rain, heavy clouds, aggressive winds, and the thorough soaking of anything that dares to existContinue reading “Atop the Soggy Bald”