It’s not every day that one asks for an Amazon Kindle. It’s not eery day I I want a television, or the moon, or the stars. The music above is enticing, well written. I want to dance and sing. I want to get up and move my body like flowers in the wind. The music is intoxicating, like wild lfowers mixed with poppy seeds laced with sugar. The beat is uplifting, incredible, unforgiving, addictive. It’s surreal, almost. Up and down I flow, like surface of a river gone awry in a flood, during a storm, as it thunders, surrounded by a whirlwind. I need music to keep me going.