It's twilight. We see a driftwood fence festooned with white twinkling Christmas lights. Two massive trees frame a glimpse of a rushing river.

Tonight, you're sitting here with me.

It's a perfect 55, with no wind.

The sky is a clear, soft, dappled blue. There’s not a cloud in sight.

The sound of the river is deep and constant. If you listen close, you hear when her song changes ever so slightly.

Thousands of creatures sing and croak, a rumbling cacophony that fills your soul with peace.

We're laughing and sharing stories from our lives, reconnecting as old friends. It's like we were never apart.

Welcome home. I've missed you so much!