A scene within the scene of the sun; a traveling therapist sets up a canopy to shade his customers.  Going from place to place, he offers rest and growth.  He helps you see yourself and change.

Go meet him if you're ready.  When seeking help you must prepare for change.  Nervous but expectant, you go.  Out into, you enter.  Shock hits you, but you brace and accept it.  The therapist works, an army of gentle soldiers come falling from the heavens, driving out stress with a hum.

Face the treatment, look upward.  They fall on your face, wake you to feel.  A million little soldiers tap your skin.  You are real.  You can feel.  You are able for something right now.

When his schedule is in order, he is timely, but does not over stay his welcome.  Each town he visits bids him come again before too long.  The ground thanks him for his transformation.  His reputation precedes him, always powerful, always somber.  Without talk he works.  The world and his patients brace to bear the discomfort of treatment.  All is new by the time he is gone.