The dainty, dull leaves dance when the wind blows. As the wind blows, chills rush through my body like a mad dash to the finish line. I look up at the welcoming sky. Oh! How inviting it is. It seems to be a party for one who has returned home it is so joyous. I am mesmerized. Mesmerized by such a flawless patch of earth where nothing and no one matters. The tranquil, serene land whispers to me. It tells me to close my eyes and do whatever it is that I love most. I begin to dance. I dance like I have never danced before. Twirling, leaping, pliéing like I am the one, the only, person on the face of the Earth. I dance until my legs cannot dance anymore. I fall to the ground. Looking up at the cloudless sky, the secluded countryside hugs me. It is so calm, so undisturbed, so restful. I feel safe. This picturesque scene is painless to take in. As night dwells upon me, the clear blue sky turns to a city of stars. I look at the way home. The winding, dirt road ventures innumerable miles ahead of me. It trails beyond where the eye can see, off into the horizon where it touches the very stars above it. I cannot leave. Returning home to my cottage just around the bend was no longer in my mind. This wondrous night is so enticing. I turn over and the dewy grass embraces me. The world is at peace. Life is at peace. And to that, I can bid this day adieu. Slipping into a deep sleep, I am at peace.