It was often like that … on Day 3 she felt completely blank. She climbed the ragged steps to seek solace on the roof. There was more sky up here and the wind pulled at her impatience to do something and tossed it away. Just sit with yourself shared the rolling hills. Each season has its place. When it is dry, rain will eventually fall. The church bells began chiming and interrupted the fields. Be sure to eat something, a full belly is best. Ha ha laughed the pigeons, make a good nest. But remember to fly because freedom is best.