Life around me seemed calm and the smoke from the chimneys rose to the sky like a thin staircase that hardly discovered the glance, white heat from perfumed wood. The sound of my footsteps was silenced by the water nested in the tall grass and the wet time soaked me putting a coat of small glass drops crammed together on me that shined with the sun. A bell tolled in the distance from time to time, pointed and vibrant like a sharp needle that with a silver thread began to braid a path that took me back home.