I feel the breeze on my face as I sit here embracing the peaceful morning .  My mind drifts away, to a place far from where I am at this moment. 

I close my eyes and I am looking at the tall oak trees shading the yard. The picnic table built between two of those trees where we would take our lunch outside to eat. Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and kool-aid, the stuff we grew up on !   The field behind the house, full of ripened strawberries, growing wild.  The blackberry bushes growing along the fence. I think of how we used to crawl up behind those bushes to hide when we thought we were in trouble for some minor bit of mischief we had pulled off.