A beautiful day for a beautiful face. Hear that, in the distance? The faint sound of pipes, weaving their way into your sub-consciousness, reminding you of fields, and daisies, and all good things that can take you out of doors, away and along a path to beyond. After you morning shower, after your morning newspaper, after your morning coffee, pause. Take heed. They are singing your song. Shoes, door, out, up. Now you can feel it: the breeze in your hair, the rose in your cheek. Now you can smell it: the dew on the grass, the sun on the earth. This World is yours, all yours, yours for the taking.
