This is where I am. Last night after dinner, we stood outside for half an hour, mesmerized by the living tableau being painted by the setting sun. Clouds were racing across the sky, smearing streaks of orange, pink, and blue in every hue above us. By the time I got in bed, huge lightnings were slashing the inky sky. I went to sleep with the sound of rain. This morning the sun came out early, flecking gold sparkles on the lavender. For breakfast, I picked cherries and ate them right under the tree.