Like a blossom from the silence, the fragrance of more silence. It settles in like the dusk, prelude to the mystery of the wilderness, enormous as the night. A black orchid of un-summable depths. We are each our own sublimely mundane and commonly exquisite wilderness. And we are evoked with the greatest precision, by the passage of our footsteps walking side by side and by the listening, this commonplace yet oh so rare blessing. Let the rain of listening fall into you.
-- Lorena Wolfman (late July)