Here in cowboy and native American (indian) country
" space" is what they have here, staring into large distances, guided by pink rocky mountains. My eyes glance over the hilltops like an eagle flying on the wind.
the silence and emptiness of the large roads and houses
The space towards the "other", makes people very slow. Eye-contact is a rare find, like the old cowboys, they never show there fear. Faces without expression, without a smile, Even their words get "space" here, large gabs in between every single word withholds the conversation,
It gives the impression they have more time and space than us.
They don't trust, but if they have seen you before, they relax get at ease and show a soft thought-full kindness. Like a bear turning into his comfort zone