Jesteśmy społecznością, która kocha książki

I'm walking through town on my way home from school, the sun on its way to down, the streets decorated with mailbox shadows and just-fallen leaves. I have nowhere to go (but home, eventually) and no one to see. My backpack is heavy, my thoughts even heavier. So I focus on the shops and the sky, expose my face to the wind.

In this space, in this moment, we are who we want to be. I am lucky, because for me that doesn't take that much courage. But for others, it takes a world of bravery to make it to the clearing.

As we walk further into the woods and up the mountain, we speak the langue of silence. This langue gives us space to think and move. We can be both here and elsewhere at the same time.