As though eavesdropping the whistling wind refuses to speak above a whisper. The winding road is cut into the side of the mountain in such a way that it seems they are not making any progress the walk down will require endurance. She looks up at the cluster of clouds which have been pencilled in neatly against the sky and hopes it doesnt rain. It occurs rapidly a geisha brusquely folding shut her fan the sun sets and brilliant darkness replaces light.