As the sun rises in the east, the tall trees that block its warmth cast long shadows across rocky soil. A ballet of light and shadow dance upon the ground as the breeze teases leaf laden limbs. The sound of the leaves rustling are like that of a babbling brook. Its early dawn but already I can feel the warmth of the gravel under my sandals. The scent of fresh jasmine delicately fills the air. Its in these subtle moments that I think of you, that I daydream of sharing my heart, my dreams, my passion.