Ear players, slow-bakers, and scribblers; all are just noticers of things.
But they are also the most impeccable dancers, converting nerves into spontaneity to battle fear itself.
For the musician, the student, and the artist, what’s elemental clicks into place.
They are at their freest with the tools in their hand — the saxophone, the book, and the pen — once gifted, forever scripted, and followed for the rest of one’s life.
It’s rewarding to have a passion for something trapped inside. And it’s a blessing to share the developed talent with those immovably attached to the status quo.