Maybe the vintage Lao fabrics were used to working with long time, slow time, enough time…

When something is elusive and some things emerge…

How glistening rain, plunging waterfalls, and swaying leaves made a chime…

Autumn’s longing takes me to places I wouldn’t choose, but I go in this season because she takes me there.

It didn’t seem to want to follow my usual way, or the usual expectations I have of how a chime is “supposed” to be when I make it.

Tell the story as if you are journeying on the chime. It kept coming back to her in the following days.