She stared at a tree quietly, its branches and leaves swaying in the wind, embraced by the sunlight, and many leaves were occupied by shadows. She thought these were freckles on the tree, and suddenly realized that light circulates. The wind was as good as the water, and she heard the whispering of the leaves. If this was the heartbeat of human beings, if this was the forgotten time, if this was the song of the mermaid, would she have discovered the power of silence earlier?
Purpose: To record the bits and pieces of other people's adventures