Maybe tonight, while we sleep, BOB will work his magic…
And tomorrow we will wake up with the market at our feet and a new sky above us.
Sometimes, we do not see it coming.
But over time we understand that,
to savor the sweet honeys,
you first have to have lived, loved… and believed.
It is not just a token.
It is a story in the making.
And you decide whether to watch it go by…
or to be part of it.
