Eyes to the sky. Whatever that means, right? The sun was already beginning to set when I decided all I wanted was the little trail beside the beach — the trail made of sand and salt, the one separated from the sea only by a set of train tracks and some rocks laid haphazardly one over the other. I had maybe forty-five minutes left of light before darkness settled over the little town I've called home since the day I was born. When I got to the trail, standing up on a little mo

Recently, I've given a lot of thought to perspective. I've come to realize that our way of viewing is everything. The lens by which