“Its tongue speaks through our feet, our ears, our heart, every miniscule stretch of our soul. Its voice is one of dreams, of hope. … Music is a language that is always present, if only in the blood of our veins and recesses of our memory. If we are quiet, we will hear it in … More Music is a language all its own.
Sunrise is my favorite time of day. It is, in truth, a fleeting time of day, a time when hope is dressed in the softer colors of an artist’s palette…roses, shades of lavender, powder blues, hues of gold on the verge of spilling radiance from behind the clouds. It represents light overtaking darkness. The “Sunrise … More Sunrise Conquers the Darkness