Barefoot and the wet grass, past the lighted houses with their glowing embers inside, the quiet orange hue of spring snow-globes, a sky full of sparkling stars and midnight blue, my favorite color, a gazebo and mortuary, an orchard and horses in the dark, the long snake-like roads that slither through the sleepy pastures, the backdrop of barns and a hoot owl in a tree, how they don't know it yet, no one does, but it will bring hope to them and to me as well.