It was not a specific moment that triggered it.
It was not a particular chain of events that set the wheels in motion.
She just looked up, one evening, and gazed into the fire.
There seemed to be no point, no purpose to it all.
So she stood up, put down her knitting, neatly folded her jacket and placed it on the chair.
She wouldn’t need it anymore.
She turned off the lights, opened the kitchen door and stepped outside.
The air was cool and fresh and even the tiniest particles of dust tasted like cinnamon.
She could see them reflecting in the moonlight.
She nodded ever so slightly and took a few steps toward the river.
She said to herself:
It was not a specific moment that triggered it.
It was not a particular chain of events that set the wheels in motion.
She just knew.
She took off her shoes and let the first gush of water gently wash over her feet
She looked up into the moonlight and saw herself.
She spread her arms, ever so slowly.
She was a bird.
She was a fish.
She was a wild beast.
She was a wild beast,
She said to herself –
And smiled.
from
The beauty of lost causes,
released August 19, 2022
words by Michael Frei
music by Emilie Roulet
Emilie Roulet: Piano
Michael Frei: Vocals, Sound Design
Fred Merk : Recording, Sound Design
Timothée Zurbuchen: Recording, Sound Design
Philippe Simon: Recording, Sound Design
Chris Diggelmann : Recording, Mixing, Producing, Mastering
Sam Vaney: Additional Recording, Sound Design
Main Recording : Mazzive Sound, Bellmund, CH, January 10/11 2021