We are who we see. We are the mountains and valleys. the icy waves lapping at the shore. We are the mania in the ether. the electricity. the changing tides. the snow turing to rain , turning to sleet, to hail to sun. we are every moving memory. and that is it.

The truth of the world around us, is that she is benevolent and good. If only the mother felt the same. If only the baby could remind us again.

Each part replicates the ground. each soul beats in unison with the changing tides.