It is a rare moment in time when my thoughts are quiet enough to set my dreams free. My mind is a busy place.  So many memories, worries, plans and regrets cloud my thoughts that it can be difficult to find peace. Because of this, there are a few moments in particular that stand out in my memories as being ones in which I felt free to just quietly exist. These moments usually occur when I am alone in nature.  I have a strong memory that I hold dearly of one such moment in time.  I am standing beside a small pond.  Above me, tall trees sway overhead, leaves whispering a song in the breeze.  At my feet, delicate ferns reach their arms towards the still water.  The water’s surface, clear as glass, reflecting back an image of the trees above and the dappled light that filters down through the branches.  I remember looking up through the branches towards the sky, soaking in the sights and sounds of this quiet oasis where time seems to stand still.  In this place, my thoughts are finally quiet, and it is in this moment that I can begin to dream again.