The Longest "Frond"
My collection of short fiction called "Fronds" contains this story of a monk in the southernmost civilization in Tond. His peculiar manner of perception, in which sounds have colors, is known as synestheisa in the world outside of Tond. He Stands Against the Cold “You few who have been given kulfong , the ability to see the hidden colors of things: it is to enhance your knowledge and your art so you are more able to face your challenges. Use it wisely.” From the Chronicles of the Emb Brethren, who always and ever came to Tond one-thousand years ago. The sun was setting and the heat of the desert day was dissipating when the traveler emerged from the shade of a shallow grotto. He surveyed the road. If his memory served him correctly, he should be in the next town by sunrise. He wrapped his lump of cheese and remaining crust of bread in his travel-cloth and stuffed it into his saddlebag. He mounted his horse and proceeded along the road. The air was pleasantly chilly. It wou...