The park is going to close soon for the season. They have over 300 spaces but we are one the few folks left here. There isn’t anyone even close to us. It’s so quiet…just the wind rustling the leaves and the birds calling to one another. Our front yard is a fishing pond. I can, (and do) spend hours sitting outside…just watching the leaves float down and the ripples spreading out on the pond…a kind of meditation. I read today that “Praying is talking to God and meditation is listening to Him.” The season is changing…soon we’ll be heading on the homeward trail.