I have a faded memory of when I was young I used to play in the field with my Dad, collect fireflies, crickets, and butterflies. I used to look through the lens and observe tiny creatures before letting them back into the wild. Not sure why but this has been one of my favorite memory with my father.
I went back to the field but didn't hear the crickets and the night was not lit by the fireflies, the stars are still there and the love is as well.
This piece reflects on our emotions and thoughts and how important it is to take a step back and observe them.
SOUND ON Thank you Mo Kalache
