Travelling

The ice lies along the horizon, glowing so fiercely silver that it hurts my eyes. It is as if the moon has been stretched into …

Cold weather changes this place: wind bites; sand becomes rock; shells become fossils; waves leave the thinnest layer of ice all along the shore, like …

The line of posts along an empty expanse of beach is all that remains.  Infused with a century of seawater, covered in mops of rockweed, …

  The tree is as huge as a Greek column in the Doric style.  Buried for three hundred million years, it emerges from the cliff …

For many years I have mourned the loss of swallows from farmyards; but this night, no barns in sight, the hundreds and thousands of flickering …

The full moon slipped in the sky.  Not all at once, but in a series of small dips, as if the pins holding it up …

Two thousand years ago, give or take a few hundred years, Seleucus of Seleucia in Mesopotamia and Wang Chong in China concluded separately that the …

There is something unnerving about having a fire outdoors, watching the dusk turn to dark, watching the sparks fly up and kiss the emerging stars, …

The boys run through the shallow water like piping plovers.  Their calls carry across the beach:  “Look!  A crab!  A jellyfish!  A minnow!”  They run …

  The plovers lift their wings on the beach and dash across the sand into the shallow water, laughing like carefree children.  Once there, they …