I dream of an overcast sky, softly blanketing the incredibly deep green hills below. The soft ground looks up to the snowy canopy above and returns the kiss. Time does not pass as the day progresses; rather, the reverie slowly fades until it is all white. This place is warmly cool and it is moist with drops of nature's dew. Heaven has bestowed its beauty upon this place--a place which I have surely hidden within my heart.