The stillness of a morning sun beats down on a crowded street, as if a soul has begun to wander. It's clear that this has taken place, when you contemplate the truth. You are in your body, I am in yours, my soul, my heart. It's yours, my heart. The air is thick with the scent of blooming wildflowers, and the hum of music fills the air. Every word is spoken by an unwavering, listening to what lies at stake. It's a moment, captured in time.