A soft, warm, and gentle breeze dances with my hair, and caresses my face.
I sit on a bed of soft, green earth surrounded by Mother Nature’s most prized works of glorious art.
Bright and wildly colored flowers stand proudly in the breeze and display their wonder.
The quiet sunset sky adds her own signature to the ambience of Mother Nature’s canvas with a beautiful crimson and violet glow.
Peace, calm, connective, tranquil beauty envelops me and gratitude swells within my soul as I sit with my guitar gently nested on my lap.
Soft music fills the air as my guitar joyfully replies to the touch of my fingers.
A hurried, driven, busy man sits in his crowded office nearby and catches a brief glimpse of my joyfully sanctuary from his streaked and dirty office window.
For a fraction of a second, he feels a sense of remembrance; a time when, he too, swelled with the abundant joy of simple existence among the natural beauty of the world.
Where time stood still, and all was blissfully well.
Surrounded now by imprisoning concrete, deadlines, screaming phones, graphs, what swells within his soul now are panic, restlessness, urgency, guilt, disconnect.
In this brief second of recollection, the busy, unhappy man wonders when and how his life turned direction away from this glorious state of wonderment.
Our eyes meet for an instant, as he stares out his window.
Breaking him free from the spell he was under.
He quickly turns back to his concrete prison and invisible chains, and I resume my dance with nature and lovingly tickle my guitar.