She made a sound with her mouth
like a horse
or an engine throttling
I heard her through the partition serving as a wall
through the nondescript office
past the window
out into the winter air where she stood with her mother, gearing up for a race.
I lay there holding impossibly still
while coaching my throat, anxiously holding a cough in its tubular arms like a bomb
"Maybe warm it up into a new composition?," I offered. "Something you can absorb?"
Hearing it spoken aloud in my inner language inspired me to give it a try myself.
As the little girl peeled a triumphant "VRRrroooomm",
the mother laughed,
and I dissolved into mist.