Once in a great while, the sky opens up wide and blue, and a lovely breeze finds its way through all that heat, making sunshine your fine companion, warming your skin just right, so that you move out from the shade of the trees right into the giant meadow and begin picking flowers with your best friend in the whole wide world.  

You can feel the earth, warm and red beneath your feet, still caked hard from the summer’s heat, but for today, maybe just for today, your feet don’t burn.  There’s just nice warmth between your toes in the mix of red earth and scratchy green meadow grass.  Then you sit down with your best friend, with your pile of yellow dandelions spread out on your lap and you make a fine chain.  

Yours is really good, 'cause you learned how last year. The breeze moves through your hair, and you look up and catch your friend’s smile.  Her dandelion chain is a mile long at least, and you know she’s attached a real important wish to each link, as you have.  You hope with all your heart that her every wish comes true.  And, though you are old enough to know this won’t happen, for just this moment you believe it might.  

Then your friend leans in toward you and whispers real close to your ear, “Did you know that in heaven one fine moment lasts forever?  Did you know?”  

You shake your head no.  Never heard of such a thing.  But it may be true, 'cause your friend’s Dad is a preacher, so she would know.  Probably.  So you smile, until your stomach turns and you want to ask, does it ever get mixed up in heaven, where a bad moment never ends?   But you don’t ask, because some things it’s better not to know.