Bundled up inside of our hearts are threads of many colours. Pinks and oranges, yellow and fire red, purple, greens to match every shade of leaf you have ever seen and not seen, slate grey and snow white. All of these threads are wound on tiny spools that are set in motion the moment we are born. Slowly they turn their gears in silent revolution and the thread pours out of our mouths and through our finger tips and from the soles of our feet. With each step a thread spins out and joins the others, tying itself into the pattern of our life.