The Space Between
“My vision turns black and white except for the searing red line. Sounds fade. I feel faint, face flushed with heat. My muscles tense, but I hold calmness in my center and loosen my arms from the shoulders to my fingertips. The moment sickens me, and my mind tries to stop it, but I command myself to walk.” – Dean S. Potter
Whisper and I are currently in the mountains of British Columbia. Feel free to contact us here.