One of those misty mornings when your thoughts turn inward, rumbling and ruminating, peppered by sudden intimate revelations to your companions. Silence is something I've come to more fully comprehend on this walk. Before, when people said that true friendship is being able to sit comfortably in silence, I always nodded my assent, vaguely understanding about shared individuality and the safety to be yourself. But out here, walking through the hills or mist or wind-swept meadows, it is something rare and wonderful, to lose yourself in thought alongside a dear friend and feel completely at home.
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