Resonance: Au dessus des nuages

The muse rises into the sky, carried by the wiinds, brushing against the clouds in an ethereal dance. Up there all is silence, a breath of pure freedom. But sometimes, the wind of inspiration weakens, and the muse drift back down, grazing the earth before taking flight again. Such is freedom: a leap toward infinity, always ponctuated by returns, by necessary grounding before soaring once.