A gentle breeze caresses the face of a young and gentle man.

Kind, patient eyes with diligence you can feel in the steadiness of his calloused hands. 

A slow exhale from his trusty steed beside him brings a tear of gratitude to his eye as he feels a fulfilling dreariness from the path traveled thus far. 

Step by gentle step, he feels blades of grass tickling the soles of his barefeet in the meadow below. 

His long and steady travel has deepend his connection with the earth. He can sense the richness of soil that lies below, and moves in tandem with her seasons. 

Seeds of gratitude are sown in every field he crosses; nurtured by his deep trust in the path ahead. 

The fable of force is a tale long gone; undeviated focus and grounded intuition guides the way.