In the turning of the wheel of change, there is gold. There is development set in motion, and in this movement rises flickering specks of precious material. An eruption far beneath the surface carries what is forgotten closer for us to inspect, to clean, and to use as currency in the winds of change, that is a part of life. What once was cannot bring happiness today. Instead, the turning over of our soul, like the turning of the seasons brings a new landscape. But it is territory we have explored before on our path in days gone by. Scenes that fade into memories, and are reborn, offering a new road to a new beginning.