philosophy ⁽²⁾

There is a road above the town that I take sometimes before the light has fully decided what kind of morning it wants to be. The deodars on either side are still dark at that hour, their shapes more suggested than visible. The valley below…

There is a moment, in most working lives, that arrives without announcement and is not easily forgotten. Someone calls you into a room, or sends a message, or schedules a meeting with a subject line that gives nothing away, and in the next few minutes…