It is a fact settled in my mind, friends. Leif Enger is the most capable writer I’ve ever had the privelege of being enthralled by. I do hope his brilliance is at least a bit contagious.
Along with finishing his book tonight, I am also pleasantly confounded by a night of silence–aside from my persistently drippy bathroom faucet. I need more of this in my life. Our world bears too much noise that doesn’t bode well for clarity and soft whispers.