If you cannot find the truth right where you are, where else do you expect to find it?
Adam and I went for a walk the other night. The crisp air was revitalizing. En route, we realized how difficult it was to carry on a conversation. Turns out that the need to bundle up keeps not only the wind, but the sound out too. Regularly repeating ourselves, we decided to keep the verbal exchange to a minimum. The result? A wonderful opportunity to be together without talking. Simple satisfaction in experience itself.
We're expecting to return to Goose Bay tomorrow afternoon; I wonder if the elements will agree.