Nature Boy

You awaken to the sounds of a gentle stream and chirping birds. You lie on a soft bed of dew-speckled moss. Warm, dappled sunlight shines between the palms above. The air is filled with citrus and petrichor. 

From time to time, angelic apparitions pass by, stopping to gently offer a warm welcome and a kiss. 

And for the first time in far too long, you are completely, wholly at ease. All is well. 

For W.S.
I love you forever,
Eva

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