Sitting on a stone by a slow flowing stream. I close my eyes and feel the Moss beneath my feet. I hear a bird chirping in the tree above me, I can hear the water as it washes over smooth stones. The wind gently blows cool air around me and I can feel the rays of the sun shining through the clouds. In moments of solitude, I can reconnect to who I am and refocus on my life. It is in a quiet place that I feel most alive.