Sometimes I am given bits of things, flashes of things that I see. Those things are rare, but they stay with me never fading. There is a place, dream or real, I have seen it so many times. We have been together here. There is a porch that looks out over a yard. In the yard there is a garden with tall plants and a path, small. that goes through this garden. To the side there is a small building perhaps a shed of some kind. This is all I have seen but it is enough. Perhaps one day I will find this place. For now it is my safe place, a place I go when I need you, one that wraps me in warmth and love.