There are old friends there, and new. Ideas flow freely, conversation is light and easy. We trust each other. We are critical. We are passionate. We listen patiently. We each have our time to speak. The sun sets, the sun rises, the full moon never dips below the horizon. The sun feels good on your skin. There is music, laughter. Children play, and when they speak, we listen. We take what the children say the most seriously of all. Then we let them play some more. There is enough to eat, the food and drink are delicious and clean. We don鈥檛 tire. A gentle throbbing energy bubbles up in the space between us, palpable, tangible, you can hold it in your hand. Days turn to years, years turn to lifetimes, and back. The day is the only time that exists.