The cities were enveloped by the soft lights; as the soul crackles with the sound of the waters and the ice. Then an echo poured itself into the flesh of my heart. I smiled upon the spirits that my inner composition showed me, and I felt the love of the delicacy of their voices. As light strikes across the ages so does love give clarity to the abstractions of the soul. I can remember my mind like the summers of joy with the simple things held dear. I can remember but I cannot cling; for the simple things of beauty deep in myself is the darkness of the moon, and this is where the kindness of our quest is quite and yet radiant with the breath of every living thing.