On the Way to be Observed

Once we got to the heights of Masal, they stopped at a village that was at the mercy of clouds from above and fog in the front... there was no word; none, whatsoever... be it that they were each other’s closest companions, or the best at listening to one another... when it is the glances and the eyes that do the speaking and not the tongues, then there will be no telling who perceives the views more beautifully.