
They begin with ideas; fostered by hope.
Like a kite, you take hold and run with it, as it lifts to new heights.
As the tail of hope unfurls, it rises above the mountains of impossibility.
The string breaks. It soars like an eagle; lofting forever….higher.
—Dreams, really do come true.



It’s the light overcoming darkness, chasing shadows from corners, that reveals our true soul.