It is the morning of the race and RUNNER feels that she is near. He ignores this presence and keeps walking. His breath is shallow. The gun will sound off at any moment.
Silence can be the sound of great peace or great panic.
The smell of freshly cut sandalwood is everywhere. The room, a 300-year-old woodworking shop, holds centuries worth of family memories from artists passed.
What is this masterpiece that she unknowingly has perfected over the past 20 years?
The ascent feels unbearably long for the novice HIKER but his excitement is palpable. His path, although clear, feels as if he’s wading through a swamp.
Why wake from your dreams any sooner than you have to?
A starless night lies before them, unforgiving and dark, yet the two friends continue on.
