The dappled light of the sun danced across my face and the surrounding ground I laid on. The wind from the surrounding plains rustled through the tops of the trees in the little valley. It hardly seems right to call it a valley. It was really just a low spot with a babbling creek and a multitude of trees providing much needed shade.

Staring up through closed eyes, I could see the movement of the leaves. My ears heard the distant calls of various birds, and they sang, “All is well in the world.”