Hear the trees talking. The wall, the sand, the leaves of grass, everything hears the wind. There is life in motion. It is in the wind. It comes and goes, and no one sees it, but we feel its presence. And hear a hundred other things, like the music of footsteps at a crowded junction at rush hour or the sound of your eyelashes striking your skin and the sound of your heart beating in sync with the celestial dance of our dreams in space.