I long to get back those endless summer days of my childhood. Those days that were filled with birdsong, bees buzzing, and the wind in the willows. The warm, comforting smell of sunshine, wildflowers, fresh cut grass, dirt and horse sweat. Afternoons spent in my favorite tree, with my favorite book to keep me company. Wading through the creek to cool my feet. Taking the time to watch the ants work, or the breeze blow every last bit of fluff off of a spent dandelion. . .