I never understood what this title meant, but the show was interesting eye-candy. Today it serves me better as a reminder of where I came from. I just returned from a walk outside with no particular destination in mind. The wind and sunshine underlined my experience of joy. Aimless walking. And music from the buds in my ears. Folk music. Lyrical. This is where I came from; an excuse to keep on going. I cannot explain why it is that I like to step to a mix of sweet harmony and heartbreak. A longing for the men I’ve lost and a constant reminder of the one I’ve now found. Truth is in the fire you touch before it moves away. Six-string guitars. Voices filled with soul.