It's beautiful up here,

I don't know what you could say about a day in which you have seen four beautiful sunsets.

Everybody loves this place. It is so beautiful; everybody reaches out to one another.

Evening of a hot day started the little wind to moving among the leaves. The shade climbed up the hills toward the top. On the sand banks the rabbits sat as quietly as little gray, sculptured stones.

You could hear the wind in the leaves, and on that wind traveled the screams of the kids on the playground in the distance, little kids figuring out how to be alive, how to navigate a world that wasn't made for them by navigating a playground that was.

And, in the darkness, David closed his eyes as all that was lost was found again.