I began Easter morning with my feet in the cool water of the Gulf of Mexico. By mid-afternoon I was in my home in DeLand  — a ride of just over three hours. We drove the back roads mostly, avoiding almost all major highways. The windows were down. No radio. No electronics. Just scenery and conversation. We noticed how much undeveloped land remains in Florida. We talked about our weekend visit. We drove for miles without saying anything. We commented on interesting houses and unusual businesses. The rhythm of conversation and quiet was a rare, wonderful gift. Now, home and looking at a week of studio work, I am replenished, nourished, and ready.