Stepping Into the Quiet

Stepping Into the Quiet

By Nick Aitoro

This trip has been a long time coming. I’ve been to this place before—always with family, always surrounded by familiar voices and familiar rhythms. But this time, it’s just me… and Rufus.

It feels different. Comforting, in a way, to know I won’t be entirely alone. He’ll be there, trotting beside me, ears perked, eyes curious—my constant companion as I explore a place that already holds pieces of my heart.

I’m both anxious and excited. It’s a strange mix—like standing at the edge of a dock, ready to jump in. The water is familiar, but this will be an entirely new swim. I’m looking forward to the quiet, the slower pace, and the space to breathe without anyone else’s plans woven into mine.

Still, it’s a little scary. Without the buffer of family, the place might feel bigger, quieter, more introspective. But Rufus will be there to remind me I’m never really alone—that even in the stillness, there’s companionship, loyalty, and joy right by my side.

Maybe this trip isn’t just about visiting somewhere special. Maybe it’s about deepening my relationship with this place, and with myself. And that feels worth the leap.