Time goes on. The day unveils its full spring charm when the sunlight is at its mellowest. The natural environment in all its visual and auditory distractions soaks into my consciousness. I love being just there, being one with creation, as an extension of nature. Only sounds echo. Then, retiring into the cool shade I again bask in the passage of time, an eternity of it in the small confines of the room, and doze off. That is, before the family members return and a grating knock on the door wakes me up.