Over a lake, on a cloudy, drizzling morning. As the birds chirped. Movement began, yet another day is here. Another opportunity to do things differently. Better this time. The old wood stair case that led to the lake, spoke to me. In a language I didn’t understand. In a language that I didn’t need to understand. Just feel. Trees rising so tall, they hover over the edge of the lake. Home for the birds, and the squirrels, and the insects. They’re sheltered by the leaves for a while. Whichever direction you look in, you will see trees surrounding a lake. A tree that is bent. A tree standing tall. A tree greener than another. Another day just began. Heart shaped leaves. Heart shaped seats. Everything is heart shaped in the land of love. Hasidic Jewish, Christian priests, Muslims with long beards have this thing in common, they’re in love with their loved ones, and they are in the land of love. In the land of love, we all live with each other in harmony. First you’re afraid of any strange sound. In minutes you are anxiously anticipating new sounds of ducks, and birds, or even seeing a deer. All on top of a mountain, in the land of love.