A picture affixed in my mind A recollection of months gone by Of places travelled Of sights seen Of people met All starts with that image Of that silent room. The windows wide and tight shut Standing guard against the dreamy winter The lacy curtains drawn as they posture in reverence to the streaming sunlight who eases past the guard and rests on its throne, but a mere wooden table covered by a plastic fabric, scarlet and flowery. The silence is undisturbed a picture of an alluring harmony. Oh how I miss those silent breakfasts in that silent room.