Tiburon, Calif. — the sun stays high, where the towering dark brown hills and mountains stay. The black spiders try to find their way out of deep scratchy green grass out into the golden and green fields. The gray rocks stand here and there where blue-eyed grass is blooming and buttercups stay and even white morning glories seem to say "Hello" to me. I see rickety old fences and dark green trees where blue-gray water slowly moves. I see bridges far, far away. Light blue clouds move closer and closer to me and towering buildings stand before me.