There are over a thousand responses from visitors now, far more than we anticipated at this point.
Insects buzz in the trees like bad reception, but the nights are finally cooler and crisping up.
Sometimes I find comfort in a two-thousand-year-old myth about a Chinese emperor.
We took a ship through the Finnish archipelago towards a small island in the Baltic Sea.
Maybe the universe is sympathetic, after all.
Grief can arrive on a gust of wind, a glimpse at a calendar, or a half-heard snippet of conversation on the street.