There is a quiet in Yellowstone, but it’s not the kind you hear. It’s the kind you feel, like the Earth remembering her age and pressing it into our bones. When we visit, we seek out one of the hot springs, though it’s likely a sulfuric pool. It feels like we’ve walked into the planet’s exhalation. The water gently boils and steam curls, lazy and slow. Bubbles rise, with no apparent rush whatsoever. It’s hot. It smells funky. And it’s absolutely breathtaking. Here, there is n
