To string together THAT phrase of words, to Van Gogh a revelation sign, to orchestrate a perfect ensemble, to make an audience reflect and sigh..
To stand in a field of wildflowers, throw back your head, behold a tumultuous sky, take off your shoes and run for shelter, even though you never learned how to fly.
When in the approaching elements, is where you should be standing by, awaiting the still small voice of God, to give you peace inside.
