Roland, Asks Nothing
Gravel and leaves shift beneath his feet. The forest asks nothing of him—no decision, no answer. It simply lets him be.
Natalie, Someone New
Natalie used to paint standing, stretching to reach the tops of her canvases. After the chair, she spent a week staring at a blank one.
Fanciful Friday: What’s Up, 2026
For those who have been following Meandering Passage for a while, you may have observed a noticeable increase in the posting frequency in 2026. If this trend continues, by the end of the year it would be necessary to go back 15 or 16 years to find a year with as many or more annual…
