I remain here, seated but really I am somewhere far away. There is wind caressing my hair, teasing my sun-kissed, blushing face while soft mounds of earthen, rich soil tread beneath the soles of my soft feet. Vivid, rising green valleys lying in the west, and forests of thick, chestnut oak trees in the east, while in front of me, cascades fields of sunflowers, white lilies, blossoming, silky lavenders, gardenias, and soft petaled roses. In the horizon, a magnificent sunset graces a clear blue sky, with shades of draping tendrils of lush reds, oranges, purples, tainting plump, white clouds and coloring the tops of graceful, willow trees.