The warm sun beats upon the earth as the subtle breeze gently sweeps from side to side across my skin. The joyous birds sing in hushed tones-everything seems so calm and serene. Not a care in the world. I look out upon the parched field, the sun is so bright, I just barely have to squint. The forest has a green tinge-not just one, but many. Jumping from bench to table, and so forth and so on. The music plays softly in the background, Jack Johnson I believe, and we all softly sing along. The grass tickles the soles of my feet as I run freely. As if this is my home, my calling, and nothing can get in the way of me feeling free. With my mind wide open, ready for anything.