We get up, shivering in the cool of the forest, and start to tear down our camp before the sun rises. Often, it is the birds that wake us, their high-pitched songs ending the trees' silent slumber; they celebrate the coming of the dawn.
    By the time the sun begins to peek through the shadow of the woods, I am boiling water for breakfast. I always face East while preparing our food, positioned on a high...

    Our last conversation was an email. I remember it clearly--I relaxed in my bed, enjoying my first Tuesday of summer vacation, looking forward to Wednesday's trip to New York City. Seemingly, judging by my expression and generally upbeat attitude, everything was fine.
    When I consider the human race, I see an infinite ocean, on which all of us are floating, drifting on wooden rafts. We, all of us, are tied by ropes, some long, some short,...

You can see it in their eyes--the whispers of sorrow, the dreams of hope, the scars of pain, the melodies of love, the language of life.