In dreams of yesterday my thoughts go back to a huge hill. A favorite activity of summer was to pack a lunch (Read that as smear some peanutbutter on bread.), take my little sister by the hand and wander down the road to that hill. Under the barbed wire fence, skirting the cowpies. Our hike to the top began. Lay back in the grass and watch the clouds float by. We could spend hours there searching out faces, bears, hearts and flowers. Anything a young mind could imagine before us.
Recently went back to that hill. Not so huge, but the feelings of childhood and wonder are.