Here is the thought - We play on the sea breeze, bare feet leave imprints on the warm sand, and starched sheets reflect the afternoon sun. Trees cast blue shade in the yard and in the distance the sound of creaking floorboards and the rustle of leaves can be heard. Collecting seashells on the shore in the morning light, embroidering initials on the white pillowcase, sipping tea from tall glasses, chatting idly with no need to rush anywhere and watching the world gently turning, this is the best of all days-sitting with Monty on the balcony and enjoying the quiet rhythms of life.