Have you ever had a morning when you felt, it is just simple perfection. The late summer morning was at its best when I met my friend Mika, in the park. Two of us sat down to sketch, surrounded by a huge green park. Mika loves tree. She really looks at them. Mika's love for this tree was infectious. And, so I looked. I really looked. I noticed the way the branches were twisting around, to create this shape of a whirlpool. The tree simply wanted to grow, to spread it self probably over the entire field. Mika, said, "The Blue bird is calling out to us. She knows we love her tree." A humming bird joined. The sunlight streamed through the branches. I know, I will smile, every time I am walking under that one.