'it's true, he said, it's true about the mountains and the lakes and the air and the the feeling you get in the end of your fingertips. sometimes i feel warmer on the coldest nights, and sometimes i don't feel anything at all. he looked at his shoes - it's been the same pair all these years - and then he looked me in the eyes. the only place where none of it mattered is where the sea ends and where i start.'
