|© Arno Rafael Minkkinen
The silence was not oppressive; it was open.
But not to us, I thought for some reason. The silence had always been likethishere, long before people existed and would remain so long after they had disappeared. Lying here in this mountain bowl, with the sea spread out before it.
Where did it end actually? America? Canada?
Yes, that had to be it. Newfoundland.