The Peacock 1527

We have agreed to walk. We should arrive in less than half an hour. There is a shortcut through the forest, but really with the way the trails wind this could be more of a detour. It doesn't matter. Jesús is clearly enjoying the forest as he stops to look at things, to take in a certain clump of swordferns, and the salmonberries now ripening on the bushes. We have echanged hardly a word since leaving the house and I like this, because the best friendships are founded and clothed in silence...