Tonight let’s visit Belgium again.  It is the spring of the year—early May.  This time we will walk the paths of the Hallerbos, also known as the blue forest.  It is so named because the floor of this large wooded tract is covered in blue bells.  The wood is illuminated in a blue so rich that it takes on an enchanted character, as if elf or leprechaun will appear before us.  Slender beech trees reach upward and seem to sprout more from sea than soil.  The warm fragrant air reminds us of the days of childhood when more time was spent outdoors than in.  As our stroll continues we see deer and rabbit dart and play in the ritual of new hope and new life that marks this time on the calendar.  We find a perch and sit and wonder and listen, with no human word spoken, and smile at the remarkable sound-scape that exists, but is seldom appreciated.  We stand and take stride again, with hands joined; transfixed by the beauty that greets every turn of trail.  When our magical morning trek is deemed complete, we stop for lunch of fresh fruit, creamy local-made cheese, and tea.  Talk of what we’ve experienced dominates as we enjoy our meal.  Late that evening, as we lay together like spoons nest and we wonder where our next adventure will lead.  You smile and offer a loving kiss, which is happily accepted, before sleep pulls us away.