Sage green. Lightness of being. The time of day where sunshine is not golden but rather warm in its neutrality. Filtered and fleeting. The moments in-between that have no labels; a slip into presence where life is passing by and the fragrance of impermanence laces the air. A still, shimmering void of peace: you need not take on a tangible form here. Allow yourself to float and be at ease. Close your eyes and imagine this: the soft mirage of fairies wings catching the rays falling upon white lilies - magic swirling, ever so softly, in each shapeless second. Light, Pure Elation.