M E M O R Y.
She travelled far, her mind constantly rearranging as she discovered new things, wrestling for language to name them, adapting to climate after climate. It took the gentle light of stars in the night and the silence they are found in for her to stop. To find her own song amongst all the tunes she encountered. At first the silence was painful, confronting even. But then, like the dawn, a soft melody emerged. If she had to describe it in colours, a pastel range of hues would come to mind. The song returned slowly, waiting for her to wait for it. It's okay to be emptied. It's okay to sit in silence. The song returns to those who listens.