On a near summer’s eve the fields lay peacefully under the skies and dreaming. When the light of a day’s work slowly fades it will illuminate with nature’s fireworks. It will captivate the beings who know the magic, and remind their souls of earthen songs. As one sits and beholds the beauty that is gifted to this plane, the soul is ignited and the light is pure. There is not harm nor despair in such moments, and the joined energies that encompass the night and the stars are breathed in deeply, as to fill lungs with such beauty is as easy as simply being. Simply being; a delicious way of living that is often looked over in a hurried world.