Whereupon the formerly grey land realized it had turned away from its shallow state. The earth opening up all its flowers. Every scent that was ever made floating into your mouth. The taste of it akin to a sensation not unlike an evening breeze touching your face. Circling your legs. Awareness a brush, smoothing all the knots that had made their way into your soul. Song Selection - In un’altra vita - Ludovico Einaudi