[Opening] Pinpoint of itty bitty light, elevation — 11th storey, over houses bright. Blink once. Blink twice. Still there. [Verse] Carving horizon, trees dropping hands, fractals awaiting the big reveal. Still there. Still there. Tiny, but everywhere. [Turn] Colours blossom, grandeur of bounty, calm frosts ground. Hold it there. Hold it there. Don’t rush the glow. [Verse] Blankets came earlier, now wondered — where did they go? Look again. Look again. Something changed below. [Movement] Measured in shimmer, hand swept for an empty canvas, tap of woods conducting flow. Catch the light. Catch the light. Let the whole thing glow. [Chorus] We cycle, we crow, we huddle together, comfort shadowed, billowing on low. Round we go. Round we go. Bright above, soft below. [Pause] We wait, we stop, bide time, arctic flow. Slow it down. Slow it down. Let the bright bits show. [Lift] Sparkle — a glint in eye. Ancestral essence, paths the future goes. Carry it on. Carry it on. Tiny light, bigger than we know. [Final] Looked upon by history, just as casually as night. [HARD END — STOP. NO REPEAT. NO EXTENDED OUTRO.]
