There is a specific kind of scroll that I have started recognising. You are on your phone, half-awake, not really looking for anything, and then there it is. A forest somewhere. A coastline. A number that did not use to be that high. You keep scrolling. That is it. No gasp. No crisis. Just a small, quiet lowering of something inside you, and then you keep scrolling. I used to think grief was supposed to feel like something. Like you would know when it arrived. But this thing that has been accumulating but not announcing itself. It just settles. In… […] continue reading