Whilst my body lay dozing, my mind took a walk down memory lane. It thought of a time when life seemed endless, endlessly happy, like the blue upon blue of the sky above. Crickets in the dry surrounding grass became hypnotic as the sun heated pollens, baking the earth. Man and his wife took it in turns to play their guitar. Their singing and the sound of children making pleasant background noise - neither too loud to be intrusive. I asked my friend if I had died and he said no, but I remembered that this was what heaven was.