For as long as I can remember, words have helped me make sense of the world. I read constantly, attentive to how others weave language together, and I keep trying, sometimes successfully, to do the same without losing the thread.

For a long time, I wrote about hiking. These days, the movement looks different. Less uphill. More wandering through books, across cities, and inside memory. The paths are still uneven, just quieter now.

This space holds notes and reflections from this season of life. Some posts will be long. Some will be brief. They’ll arrive when they’re ready, not on a schedule.

There’s no map here and no particular destination, just attention to what’s along the way.