After dinner was finished, and after the dishes were done I stepped outside. The air was crisp; the breeze gently rustled the trees. The frozen snow crunched under my feet and the smell of woodstoves filled my nostrils. It was quiet and cars crowded other people's driveways. A feeling of serenity surrounded this little Plymouth neighborhood around two-thirty this day. It made me feel peaceful standing outside, yet I was not complete, something was missing and I felt I did not belong there at that time.