My dearest T., I want to walk with you. I want to see that look in your eyes that lets me inside all of your stories; that is somehow a passage into the whole length of your striving and while I’ve always admired your measured and precise turn of phrase, it is this that I hold close to my heart.

I dream of a quiet man
Wendell Berry

I dream of a quiet man
who explains nothing and defends
nothing, but only knows
where the rarest wildflowers
are blooming, and who goes,
and finds that he is smiling
not by his own will.