I knew there was a problem when I reached for my phone sitting in my left coat pocket. It hadn’t been ringing. I hadn’t heard the shrill-ish brrriiinnggg of an incoming text. I hadn’t even felt the buzz of a new email. There was no reason to reach for my…
The house is still and quiet. The only sounds are the low gurgle of the fish tank filter and my fingers tapping on the computer keys. The soft light of morning is just creeping over the pine trees out my back window and the streets are blanketed in just enough…
“But what minutes! Count them by sensation, and not by calendars, and each moment is a day.” – Benjamin Diraeli What is it that makes up the minutes, hours, days, and weeks of our lives? Is it the ordinary or extraordinary moments that count? Or is it neither the ordinary…