https://youtu.be/xMDwqeFQuKg Ólafur Arnalds, Bonobo – Loom Little breath of air joins me. She was grasping onto the tree branches and brush. Waiting with others. Their spoken words seemed as silent as a Navaho landscape. Little breath was there, too. Where she woke up and sang. The silent song gave strength to her. Wings fly. To me now. Little breath sings. Her song.