our spirits rose once we gazed upon the vast prairie . each morning , the light of a single candle wakes everyone at the same time . '' i sigh and stare at my hands , then slowly look back up at him . she 'd shared with me before that her sons had n't spoken to their father since she 'd separated from him , well over a year ago . or pick up on the fact that the words were different than the looks and hand gestures . 