Quietly, I sit among the cherry trees here in my tiny private garden. I closed my eyes in meditation, focusing my remaining senses on the world around me to gain a different view of this little world. The night breezes, rustling through the cherry trees, pluck a few fading flower blossoms and drift their still-fragrant forms slowly down across my cheeks like amber parting kisses of the North Wind. Alone I sit contemplating my universe within my little garden, finding harmony and transcendance while my aged body slowly cools in the brisk night air. I am one with everything.