Higher

After a bit of a delay – a week later than I had planned – I’m back in Edinburgh. “You’ll see a big difference with the stretch in the days,” A. told me. “Sure the days have stretched where I was too,” I reminded her. “I know that,” she answered, “but you’ll still feel it … Continue reading Higher

Hurtle

Are you watching it? The Winter Olympics? I watched the men’s singles Luge yesterday. A catapult on ice. Terrifying. The stuff of nightmares. A quick push before he or she jumps into a cradle on two blades and tucks himself in, becoming the projectile in a human slingshot, hurtling to an uncertain destination. The German, … Continue reading Hurtle