Alas, I am childless, so I can only imagine. It must be the true joy, to hold your young. Tunes, yes, I have been there, with the audience riveted, when you can do no wrong and every note pours from your soul so easily and magnificently. And, I have been there when all hands are choking with tears of laughter in the kitchen session... and you just wait a slight bit to set them off again... and again.

But, when I sit in alone the middle of nowhere, up in Kent County, on a crisp fall dusk, with nare a strip of wind, and all the creatures in the woods, even the bugs, grow quiet, and the silence is literally deafening, so much so that you make a noise to see if sound exists, that's when I am at peace... when it feels good to be alive.