Ask yourself when was the last time you saw something that really stood out? Something that makes you pay attention, that wakes the soul to take notice of and really breathe in the fresh air of the very crisp, present moment.
For me, that happened today, when walking down a closed off street that has been turned into a foot-path filled to the brim with street vendors selling their wares. Crossing over the last main road that bustles with wind and cars alike, I eventually arrived at the shrill preaching of a man in total conviction of his faith. And as he preached the bible, beside him stood a homeless man, pressed against a marble pillar with his eyes wide and his tongue out, as a women working for a cash-for-gold merchant strangled him. For Henry Jamison, it was the last time he saw Adrianne.
"The Last Time I Saw Adrianne" is an acoustic song that pulls at emotion. My suggestion: take a moment, a real moment, to listen to it. Enjoy it and let it sink in, free from any other distractions; give yourself this parting gift as the sun sets, knowing that a new you will rise in the morning.