Remember when you were out in the country on a day in August? There was a field of grass and clover and a couple of trees up on a ridge. Maybe you were by yourself, but you might have had a dog with you too. You walked up and sat under one of the trees for a long time, watching the breeze rippling in the grass. The sun was hot. There were just a couple of clouds in the sky. You weren’t in any hurry at all.

Merry Christmas!