A clear angelic wave harmonizes with a soap bubble. Everything is bright green and light, blinding you slightly, but in a linear way. Spring is here and it’s the 1990s, and the day is young. Your mother reminds you that tiny bell shaped blossoms play an important role in your life as it begins to lightly rain outside. Simplicity is sweet and energetic, you sing to yourself, celebrating this realization. You never need to surprise god. Heaven is simple.