A gentle guitar, accompanied by an ethereal cello, ease the listener into three minutes of tender bliss. In your mind, you walk, with our humble narrator. All those worries, burdens that seemed so important, start fading as Chris Mossop takes us, without asking, on a sensory journey.
In taking the decision to listen, give yourself over to him, he takes you to an old Oak tree. The place where he sits, bathing in light, and now invites you to share. In this place you can rest, strip yourself of all weight, and find a way to keep burning bright.
Alone, for a moment, and then revived.
Passion firing, lighting up the horizon, like never before.
Review by Lisa Knight