He speaks in a quiet tone, he asks “may I look at you, I just can’t help but stare at how you look in this light”…..”and one more thing, are you by chance an eskimo?”. A flight of wonder….. response “I suppose I could live in an igloo, and be blanketed by fur and the pure virgin snow surrounding blindly reflecting the vibrant sky above and a silence that is deafening, sure I’m an eskimo”.
