I wish I was underneath a shady tree, a book in my hand and a slight breeze ruffling my hair. The sound of tree leaves overhead and birds chirping on branches surround me and those will be the only sounds I hear. The green grass below and around me sway with the breeze as if dancing in the morning sunshine. Clouds in the sky lazily drift by. Some of them, with the help of strong imagination, look like animals and others just look like fluffy cotton balls or the bushy tail of a bunny. The paperback novel I have in my hand has creases on its spine and dog-eared pages. Everything is so peaceful. Everything is right.