It's been a radiant summer day. All around me the dance of life goes on: flowers waving their tossled coloured heads in time with the breeze. There are birds lurking in the trees, weaving their tapestry of song through the dancing leaves. The grass is emerald green, not having been scorched by an iron-fisted sun, so far this year. The azure blue sky supports a drifting of fluffy alabaster clouds. The sweet breath of summer is balm that makes the bitter barren days of winter, seem like only a distant injury to the soul.