We are all the infinite space

Ama sees Kaito with her mind’s eye when he scurries above snow-clad mountains through flickering islets of light.

“Was he really able to fly, Miko-san?” Little girl in-weaves a question.

“In a way, yes, Ama-chan. His agile mind could soar far and wide, wherever he wished for.”

“I’d love to be like him,” Ama puts herself into a dreamy mood. “But, grandma, sometimes I think my head is too heavy to soar, full of too many thoughts.” A blur of doubt shakes her little body.

Miko-san’s laughter trickles with a warm stream through the shell of Ama’s ear, straight to her heart. “It’s certainly not, my child.” Grandma ruffles anyway tousled hair on a little head. “Kaito thought of Aika as if she were his ‘limitless space’,” Miko-san continues.

“Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm,” Ama scratches her little head, trying to guess what grandma means.

“Museign Kuukan” Miko-san repeats, pointing at the sky that cracks with some tremulous streaks of light.

Ama gives her hands and feet the once-over. They seem to be so ‘finite’ to her. She grabs a tough nut to crack with her milk teeth.

“The matter we are all made of is mainly an empty, infinite space, Ama-chan. And now, close your eyes, nothing should distract you from listening,” Miko-san advises and gently places her palm on the slender bridge of Ama’s clavicle.