A while ago now (maybe a couple of weeks), I had a very strong image come into my head:
A woman, dressed in an orange summer dress, with a large bag (or pouch) around her neck. Sometimes the pouch was in front of her, other times it would hang behind her.
Whenever someone said anything, she would patiently walk to them, and remove each word they said from her bag, and give it to them. Without her, nothing would be said.
The thing that impacted me the most was her determination to complete her task. She would trudge along, offering up each word without complaint, even though some people said so many that meant so little.
It was a particularly pleasing image to fall asleep to.
