I get out of my truck, reach for my cane, and slowly walk the back road that passes through the land of the old home place. I reach a familiar Popular tree where I would sit and day-dream as a young boy. The tree is much bigger now, but from its base it still provides a good view of the hollows and ridges off in the distance. I decide to sit and rest awhile. I smile as I remember the days when I run these hills. I sit comfortable in the soft green moss and reflect on my past life. The morning sun is warm and before I know it I am completely relaxed and dozing off. As always, with sleep comes a dream.
