Ben sat back in his chair and just soaked in the ambiance of the surroundings. He was sitting in a patio of a restaurant in a walled village in France with people he loved and who loved him back. A wonderful breeze was blowing up the hill cooling them as did the shade they were in. He smelled pine and the wonderful food around him. He felt a sense of peace settle over him and he closed his eyes to listen to the gentle sounds of people conversing quietly, the wind passing through the needles of the pine trees, the clink of cutlery and glasses, and the warble of the...