“The wonderful waltz of the flowers fills the spring air. In the ballad, I become the wind, moving the flowers in a delicate dance. Together we twirl, those flowers & I. In that intensity of colour, we exist only in that moment, in that tiniest fragment of time. As the spring winds come & go, so do we – both strong & silent, sometimes held in perfect stillness. In the richness of that dance we are elevated within a world so vibrant & serene, bringing inner harmony.”
