Inés couldn’t stop thinking, as the grasses parted to let her through, the little fluffy pink and yellow panicles smiling and giggling as they welcomed her in, beneath a pale milky, silty, swirling, cloudless sky, as she made her way from her little hut to the river of light, past the singing cobwebs and the humming trees, she couldn’t stop thinking about what a good deal those shoes were, and what an idiot she’d been to forget to buy them when they were on sale.