A huge lush green field. The serene atmosphere and cool breeze touching my soul, playing with my hair. No one else to be seen. It's just me and my thoughts. The place is calm but my soul--thunderous. I see myself riding a white horse, furiously. My gaze fixed in a direction, my horse hovering over the valley like a storm. I was chasing something. Or was I losing something? Sometimes life sounds serene but it's the storm inside us that shakes everything.