Summary:
"This morning's shower beat upon my skull till I was clean as an echo," writes Susan Elizabeth Howe, preparing to venture into the world. In the outdoors she is "learning the long version of silence." She explores—"How relentless the path of life to greater danger, more pain, and a brain to feel the wound that always comes"—and climbs, because cliffs "give us distance through which to see our lives, passage to this lookout and a blessing to perceive the extent and limits of our sight."
