When you fall asleep, does your soul rest, too?

I wonder if sleep is akin to the entrance into the afterworld. Where the body and soul sever. The body remains tucked into linens and sheets, while the soul enters territory unseen by humankind. The chance for adventure beyond civilzation begins in the late hours of the night. We don’t even know it.

I imagine myself cozying up in bed. I am alone wi...

Mysteries often solve themselves by finding you.

I awoke one morning to greet an endless array of gray puffs and a barely-there atmosphere peeking between every crevice the puffs would allow it.

It yearned to be seen and appreciated. But today, the stage belonged to the puffs. Still, the sky remained a middle child, aching for love.

The puffs sent a misty drizzle down to the soil and I thought ...