Floating lights dancing in the dark. Everything is quite. Sitting on top of the mountain, overlooking the glistening and twinkling.
Every light is an idea. A dream. A wish for a better future.
A peaceful wind blows through the leaves. It smells like the ocean, The unknown and adventures. It smells like spring, new beginnings and success.
Painting pictures of where it has been
and where it will go. Awakening a longing, where ever it travels, small lights appear and shine forth.