Our connection was weak and passing, like eye contact between a passenger on a speeding train and someone standing by the track. Soon the train will have passed, and, for the person left standing in the blank silence, there will be no sign of what has occurred but a faint reverberation. My journey was like that, except that I was both the one in motion and the one left alone in nature after the contact. Drifting, I saw the world while remaining still. I had the active sight of the mover and the passive sight of the motionless.
