I wouldn't even know how to start. At first, you cannot recognize the voices at all. You cannot grasp the end of the words, the meaning of the sentences. It begins slowly, with a subtle motion of your fingers, with a little tickle in the nose. Maybe, if you're lucky, the pacing will grow. Steadily. Almost hungry, the letters will clear their own path. Shy steps on the grass. Distant sounds that sprout over the silence.
Only for an instant, you may grasp these voices. You may see different hues and accents, before they all merge together. Before they all become one and their echoes fade away. Before you ever understand what you always longed to hear.
