Little footprints, there are only two of you. Where are the others? Little pebbles in your imprint. A ruler of sorts to guide you perhaps? Grains of sand clumped together. A much more solid footprint before you, equally embedded with its own little pebbles and clumps of sand. The rock looks like a satellite picture of an ocean or even a mountain range.

And the whisper you ask? Smile, just a hobbit breathing and taking time to look around. Nowhere to go. Only to be. Only to see. ‘Nowhere’ to go imaged in ‘now here.’

That is all.