On most days, I cannot help but ponder the existence of all things visible and invisible to the human eye. I wonder about the very things that surround us daily, yet which often go unnoticed. The way the clouds slowly drift in the sky always in one direction or the way newly washed linen feels on the first touch. How the trees in front of an old schoolhouse seem to lean toward each other or how the sound of bees in the garden suddenly reminds you of your childhood. It is these very sights, sounds and even familiar smells that tell a delicate story of life deeply interwoven in between all things. Like a melody of sorts that lingers always in the air, it’s the voices of things. All we need to do is just try to listen to them.