| I gazed across the green grassy field stretching out | | | | and headed down into the river bottoms. With the wind |
| before me. The setting sun cast a romantic pink hue | | | | blowing through my hair, I came across I serene |
| across the mountain range lifting, as it seemed, from | | | | pasture that almost looked too perfect to be disturbed. |
| the far edge of the field. I was in desperate need of | | | | I threw the jeep into park and hopped out in a hurry. I |
| inspiration. As a new artist, it seemed like I was being | | | | wanted to be a part of the peacefulness the land |
| pulled a thousand different directions each moment of | | | | portrayed and I so desperately lacked. I lay down on |
| the day. Last nightâs Shaun Barrowes concert | | | | an old tethered blanket and stared up at the majestic |
| was the catalyst for todayâs renewed effort | | | | mountainside. The view seemed to pour inspiration and |
| to become the nexthot adult contemporary artist. A | | | | the words couldnât help but fall onto the |
| prize I sought after ferociously. Enough was enough. | | | | notebook. |
| With a notebook in hand, I had jumped into my jeep | | | | |