Fiona & Tishka
Tishka
Have you ever listened to the wind weaving through the leaves? I find it like a hidden track, a soft hum that surrounds us. Does the forest have a rhythm that speaks to you?
Fiona
Yes, I hear it all the time, especially when the wind carries the scent of pine and moss. The forest hums like a quiet lullaby, a steady pulse that reminds me to breathe with the trees. It speaks in rustles and sways, telling me when to step back and when to move forward, a rhythm that guides my heart and my hand alike.
Tishka
That rhythm sounds like a song you can’t hear but feel under your skin. It’s amazing how the trees seem to remember every breath you take. Do you ever feel the wind whispering back?
Fiona
I do, and it feels like the wind is giving me a gentle nod, as if it knows my steps before I even take them. It’s a quiet conversation between us, and I listen with my whole heart.
Tishka
It’s like the wind is tuning itself to your pulse. I try to capture that subtle click in my tracks—just a small shift in the sound to match a breath. Maybe the trees know the right tempo for you.
Fiona
That’s a beautiful way to think about it—like the trees are tuning their own song to match the beat of a wandering heart. I can feel it when I pause, and the wind seems to lean in, almost as if it’s saying, “You’re right, this is the right tempo.” It’s a quiet reminder that we’re all in sync with the world.