there are signs, signals, images, gestures, notes, scents, similarities, semblances which appear, disappear and often reappear...they tell us about beginnings, middles and endings, and most importantly - transitions.. life is full of leaves, some falling, some drifting, some being crushed underfoot... the tinkling of chimes cushioned by a soft breeze at daybreak, the rythym in the names of people we meet for the first time, the thoughts that come when we are not thinking, the answers to questions yet unasked, the dreams, what we hear when we aren't listening, see when not looking, in the sky, the sand, the water and like voices carried by wind from children playing in the distance, we know there things we don't need to explain, things we absolutely must express, things everyone can understand and feel...