20180924 — Bliss

It was a riddle his father used to ask him. Arthur smiled, a lump forming in his throat. He typed: .

He grabbed his jacket, stepped out into the crisp evening air, and hit "Record" on his phone. Bliss 20180924

"I'm standing at the edge of the Quiraing," Arthur’s own voice spoke from the past, sounding younger and breathless. "The sun just broke through a week of gray. The light is hitting the valley floor in these long, golden shards. I’ve been walking for six hours, and for the first time in my life, the noise in my head has just... stopped." The Moment It was a riddle his father used to ask him