This piece is a haunting vocal loop with classical overtones. Lovely, just lovely. The first verse is about a snowfall on blooming crocuses in New York City. “The second verse,” says Mullins, “is about the light, the way it literally streams in the room in slivers that illuminate the dust particles. When I’m teaching preschoolers, this phenomenon is always distracting to them. They love to touch the light, a thing that can’t be felt. And I love to touch the light too, and we all feel its power. We are all striving towards the light, reaching for our desires, reaching for what calls to us, and yet, those things are often untouchable, but we all know that experience of reaching, which is fulfilling in itself.”
