My first kiss with my high school sweetheart... ten years late. It was before dawn. It was pouring down rain. We were walking aimlessly, no place to go. I was only in town for a week. We happened across a civil war cemetery with monuments, some headstones, and it had been turned into a lovely memorial area. Part of it was a park with a small gazebo. We walked around, looked at the monuments, and then took shelter for a few moments under the gazebo. The kiss we shared was profound, probably because we had both wished for ten years that we had shared it in high school. We stepped back and looked around. The rain was still coming down, and the sun was coming up turning colors in the sky. My mind and spirit were quiet. That's the moment I close my eyes and recall when I need to calm myself.