There it is; the light across the water. Your story. Mine. His. In the endless babble of narrative, in spite of the daily noise, the story waits to be heard… It is true that words drop away, and that the important things are often left unsaid. The important things are learned in faces, in gestures, not in our locked tongues. The true things are too big or too small, or in any case always the wrong size to fit in the template called language. ~ Jeanette Winterson (Photo by Will Davidson)