I sat on a blanket in the yard and looked up at the sky, watching fluffy cloud formations waltzing their way by. Remembering my childhood and lazy summer days, afternoon breezes, thunderstorms, watching the willow sway. A swallow gliding effortlessly does a dance upon the wind, the coloring book I saw before me reminded me again. Of the child I was so long ago filled with hopes and dreams, it only took a lifetime to to realize what that means.