Cold Front on a break, people talking, smiling, laughing as
music flows around us all.
Moments of intensity claiming mind and intellect throughout
the measures of chords and time.
Deciding to continue onward, reaching forward, taking rhythms
and unfolding them within sounds and tones.
Entering a land of peace and tranquility, mind waking up, never
wanting to sleep.
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