He found himself in a green beautiful mountain-top scenery and breathe a gust of pristine air.
Yellow flowers bloom on the wide grassland on the vast hilltop overlooking the smaller mountains lined on the horizon. Birds chirping on the distant hill as the wind blows from the east bending the flowers and grasses standing proudly facing the heat of the sun that shines radiantly on the clear blue sky.
He stood from where he was lying and walked a few steps with a sigh of relief.
"I want to see this place with them,,," he thought. "But that's nearly impossible..." he sighed again.
Then, the wind blew in an instant and suddenly he felt the sudden feeling of despair.
He gazed from where the wind came from and then he saw his son, sitting on the ground, watching the birds flying on the horiz
