Two wooden swings tied with ropes hang from the branches of an oak tree that stands upon a grassy knoll beneath skies warmed by an orange glow from the sunset just above the horizon of the ocean far in the distance past a seaside town and grand lighthouse You swing on one seat while I rock on the other and in this way we are here side by side together An old breeze helps to push us back and forth while she tickles the leaves above into a windchime harmony accompanied by a quartet of doves I want… to give you this gift of a simple idea to make you smile for even a moment away from all the storm clouds-- which you can pass along to others For while you read this scene quietly to yourself . . . the two of us will