The Vigil

A Silver Spangled Hamburg rooster in a charcoal turtleneck and olive field jacket standing on a wooden observation deck at night, amber lantern glowing behind him, faint meteor streaks crossing the starry sky above pine trees

What Falls Without Landing

He had driven two hours to stand on a deck he could have stood on anywhere, but the point was never the view — it was the decision to wait for something that owed him nothing. The sky performed on its own schedule. He simply chose to be present for the commute.

21 April 2026