Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer’s day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time.
~J. Lubbock

I recall the days of yesteryear when, as a wee child, I would lie on the grass and gaze up at the clouds with my much-older sister, Cindy.

As they floated past, we’d distinguish imaginary shapes of objects…each of us trying to outdo the other with absurdity in description…a tradition I continued with my children.

Ah, the joys of summer!

Let your imagination and dreams soar!

Melanie Hack
Author of Who Killed My Sister, My Friend
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