it was smiling faces , some small , some large , warm embraces , and it was words and words and words , above him , toward him , away from him , words lifting from faces and flying in many directions ; words as sounds , clearly one with the face that said them , each a maker of words of different color , and each distinct from those made by other faces , and from those other sounds made by the door closing or a car starting outside , or the wind in the trees , or the rain on the roofwords were sounds with tiny echoes that he heard and tried to wonder at .