Certain delightful memories are still so vivid that you can see them, hear them, and almost taste and smell them again. Picture this: I am fishing alone on a reservoir in Kansas on a brisk morning in the fall, at dawn. Mist is rising from the water. Your can hear wild ducks and geese nearly obscured by the mist. The only other sound is that of classical music playing in the background from the FM radio on my boat. The sun is just emerging over the hills in the east, spreading rays of red, orange and gold.

Talk about harmony in the universe!