Echo & Snowie
Echo Echo
Snowie Snowie
Echo Echo
I was listening to the wind rustle through the leaves and it felt like a hidden orchestra; have you ever felt the air in a scene carry its own rhythm?
Snowie Snowie
Yes, the wind’s hush feels like a secret beat, a pause between breaths. I once missed my keys in the middle of that rhythm, but the leaves kept their song, steady and sure.