I was reading David Abram's - Spell of the Sensuous for my Dissertation when I decided to stop and walk to the studio window to take a breather... You know get some fresh air after reading for really long... And I saw this beautiful sunset towards the direction of National Stadium. At that point in time... I understood what Thomas Merton felt when he wrote about the rain surrounding the cabin that he was in... "... with a whole world of meaning, of secrecy, of rumor. Think of it: all that speech pouring down, selling nothing, judging nobody, drenching the thick mulch of dead leaves, soaking the trees, filling the gullies and crannies of the wood with water, washing out the places where men have stripped the hill-side... Nobody started it, nobody is going to stop it. It will take as long as it wants, the rain. As long as it talks I am going to listen." It was a moment that was, if I were to describe in a word, soft. And yet it was so powerful.