Seorae Island was in fact a mixture of auroras and personas. It swished, sighed, glimmered, and beckoned. Different voices resided at its shores than its land ones. I walked along the narrow beach, orange light wetting the sands, and stooped over the water glistening at my ankles. I felt like a queen of the island,…
There was a passage in The Last of the Mohicans that stayed with me in how profound and solemn and almost transcendent it was. The young Mohican Uncas, upon observing the Munro sisters shed tears of joy after a harrowing escape, is moved by this display of emotion he has never seen before. He is…
I was at an island for the morning last Friday, and enjoyed it. It was a little oval piece of land in the river, overgrown with ferns. Despite being very near the shore of the mainland, the island still felt like it was happenstance, if you know what I mean. Little, unknown, anonymous. Unimportant, but…