Sitting at his desk, he listened to the waterfall
tumble into the pond.

He was back in Colorado with his son hearing
him say, “Nice cast, dad.”

Sitting at his desk, he heard the call of the
cardinal.

He was back in the Upper Peninsula kayak
fishing with his wife.

Sitting at his desk, he saw the deer in the
pine grove.

He was back in the woods gutting a deer with his
stepson and making an offering of thanks.

Sitting at his desk, he felt the cool breeze
through the window.

He was back at the shore with his daughter
calling, “Come on, dad. I’m cold.”