It’s all about perspective. Stand on a high cliff. Look into the far distance, miles off. The long curve of the bay. The hills sloping down into the sea. The tile roofs clustered like a rumpled rust-colored carpet. Then look beside you. White washed walls and buildings. White cobblestone walkways. Move across them. The change in perspective sways your mood, your intention, what thoughts bubble up from the shift. What is the meaning of these visual changes? For me, head and heart collide; the intellect of optics merge with the opening of an emotional channel. Like two best friends who, after a long absence, know they need to meet more often. It’s good for the soul.