:Following the stream she softly winds her way under the dappled light and dancing leaves of her beloved reading- tree and settles down beside the water. Here she can breathe, can set her scented thoughts free, to explore. Worlds, words, ideas…soar…come alive in the pages of her book. The day slows to here, now. To this. A gentle breeze caresses the meadows carrying with it the heady scent of wild lillies. She sighs, bliss.