It's still three days before his six-month anniversary, and I am at the point where Heath is surreal, a legend that has lived forever and will live forever in his movies. I watched A Knight's Tale again, and the first part of Brokeback Mountain (before the FNIT), and surprisingly few tears came. While watching the movie, Heath is still alive, and vibrant and real. It is only afterwards, out of the blue, reading tributes to his movies, and thinking about something he quoted, that sadness descends like a fog over a noisy city, and the silence speaks loudly of the impact of the man whom I've never met, but will forever love.