These Waters Are Patient
Nov 7 · 11 min read

By Samantha Harvey
On 22nd December 2018, I stop on a sidewalk in New York City to look at the moon. It is a full moon, large in the sky, yet to stare it straight in the face I have to stand in a specific spot, hold my head very still, and aim my gaze between the silhouettes of buildings.
Hold that image. The moon. The sidewalk. Let’s instead skip to 21st April 2018, when I walk out…

