World

The sun has just climbed over the horizon, and the neighborhood is still soft around the edges when Mia opens […]

The first time I noticed it was on a Tuesday night in late summer, the kind of night when the

The first thing you notice is the silence. Not right away, not like a switch being flipped, but a slow

The first thing you notice is the silence. Not the heavy, anxious silence of a conference room before a meeting—but

The first thing you notice about her is the hands. Not the years on her face, not the slight stoop

The comet arrived in our skies quietly, like an unannounced traveler slipping through a side door of the galaxy. For

The first time you hear it, you don’t quite believe it: a soft exhale, like a distant kettle just beginning

The first time Maya dabbed a cool, grainy paste beneath her eyes, the kitchen smelled faintly of lemons and morning

The first snowflake landed on the back of my mitten as if it already knew it was late. It melted

The water in the kitchen sink had been sulking for days. It didn’t gurgle or whirl away like it used

It began with the soft thud of a spoon against the sink and the quiet, almost apologetic sound of water

The news slipped quietly into the world on an otherwise ordinary weekday: the longest solar eclipse of the century now

The sky above you this December might look ordinary—soft clouds, a pale winter sun, the same breath of cold brushing

The first thing you notice isn’t the machine. It’s the sound—low, steady, like a giant metal bee humming to itself.

The first image looks like a cloud that forgot the rules of being a cloud. It glows from within, not

Lila likes to sit just at the edge of the shade—close enough to feel safe, far enough to keep watch.

The heat hangs low over a port city somewhere along China’s eastern coast. Containers sit like giant dominoes in quiet

The first hint that something was wrong came on a Tuesday night in January, when the air bit at the

The wind on the ridge smelled like cold rain and cut grass. It slipped between the pines, rattled a loose

The jar looked almost shy under the examination lights—no sleek chrome pump, no minimalistic monogram, no celebrity signature looping across

The water in the mop bucket was still, a small, cloudy pond catching the square of afternoon light that fell