‘Blue in Green’ emerges in the silence somehow. Inside an Evansian dream-like spell, the waiting, an uncertainty that only for the moment hints at resolution, and when John Coltrane breaks free there is a flood of the warmest, brightest, light imaginable, a perfection, the beginning and at the same time the end, silence and music rotating in a companionable circle. Miles exerts an impossible grandeur and elegance as all pressure drops away, all entering, all involving the very soul of things like water found in the deepest and most ancient of wells.