A little boy. He's playing on the path. For some reason I see him very far away, so far away that I can't see his face. He has blond hair, about seven years old, and wearing blue denim overalls and a loose white t-shirt underneath. He has his pant legs rolled up into cuffs as if he just waded a creek. He's barefoot. He's a happy little boy. I feel kind of jealous of him for being so carefree, but at the same time, I'm happy because he is.

I don't have a clue as to who this boy is. I don't know why he's there.