Hair

“Are you joining me?” Her hair smells like the ocean. It is fluffy and salt-flecked. She loves swimming, spending entire afternoons in the warm water. I envy her her enchantment by this activity. I get tired after an hour at most, stepping out to watch her from the beach, seeing her bop up and down and …

In chaos, freedom. In weightlessness, flight

When a plane takes off, there is an instance of weightlessness. You may have felt it, when you are heaved off the ground and feel like you are floating in your seat for a fraction of a second. I liken that moment to the balance between entropy and serenity, the sliver of grey between the …