Sure, I was in a shet­ter, and yet I felt very expo­sed. With no watch or phone, no sense of time or the reas­su­rance of being a few clicks away from secu­rity or conve­nience, this expe­rience was a funny meta­phore for life, I looked for connec­tion, for a point of refe­rence. The place of the sun, the aun­ties on the bench. Like in life, they leftn and I fond new ones sense of calm, broken when my bases moved. But like in life, the hour passes, ano­ther expe­rience over, and I was gra­te­ful for it.