freeze the frame for a perfect scene, let the bliss of time take you to the paradise of dreams. take a while to smell the sweetness of the air, and the sway of breeze in your hair while standing there is kind of ethereal, being the one is totally uplifting..
does it play anything like a beethoven symphony?? or says only that much off wordsworth’s page? cant be sure if anything can be compared to the sense of placid tranquilty.
whistle in the air and it will return to you with rainbow of colours making you go down on your knees and beg to be asked to stay for a little while more.. then there is a streak of lightning right in the middle where the flash just cleared the vision and back into the state of ever bubbling chaos through which the tread of foot becomes ever so heavy, and yet in my mind the state of lasting calm prevails, only to come back no sooner than i think of it, kinda magic or a thing of illusion?? but very much true like a breathing tree, or a whispering ant.
open orchestra….
