Keira McArthur

twenty extra minutes uphill, but it didn’t feel like it because of Dire Straits and Jake Coco.  In fact, my wings carried me up that hill in time with the music, and then I was soaring high high above everything where the horizon is curved, warm sun on my back. My theory is this:  I’m […]

This morning’s coffee is warm and it tastes like sunlight.  Arctic air outside blows chimney exhaust north over the rooftops, the morning sun breathes it golden.  March after a months of white skies filled with snowflakes is air that can freeze your nostrils together lit by sun that wakes your roots. I’m in love with […]