The colour of the nebula lived in seclusion on the northern hill. One day, as he was preparing his lunch, he saw a great luminous jewel perfectly clear and circling, like a huge mirror that in its centre reflected mountains, rivers and all the great earth. Doubt disappeared, everything became clear. When the moment was over, he noticed that, the contents of his pot were covered with a blanket of dust. Colour and song are like a fragrance or a memory. A house in which the sun winds are blowing and a song can be heard everyday.