In spirit times I stay still as if I am a blue water, flowing slowly. There is only a slight breeze on this perfect day. I see some things that bring back childhood as a red pickup drives by with a brown and black collie who sits quietly in the back of the truck allowing the breeze to push his ears back; that is how dogs smile. It allows another memory to appear of my childhood where I sat on the gate of a station wagon waving my feet with my two sisters. Today people would call this dangerous behavior to be sitting on the drop gate of a station wagon. Back then in the 60s things seemed simplier and kinder. Today, through my words, I spread kindness and love just like those hippie days.