A mountain’s antiquity took a ride on the clouds. Heavy glazed whiteness throughout the journey. Aged and brisk it comes to rest upon a mountain so high it became heaven. The stillness of echoes exist here for this too is where they reside. Heaven has many reconstructed sounds she thought as she listened. Whirling air and voice in visions of blackened sky. The breath of a new day. She breathed in this sense of loneliness though. The echos of another being present. Like eager footsteps in the evening pressing down softly against a king’s rug. Needles and thread sewn quietly to make a new dress. Humming melodies while working brings life into forms. Possessed of the wanton eyes of a cat in search as it licks the mane of its fur. Everything here, the sounds, the memories, the vastness of time is a story already told and another about to be conceived. S. Kamber Glass · Hania Rani https://youtu.be/mneDuKb3BT8?si=WEFbhhdDyN_wKqW5