The light is dim, there are gentle windblown shadows of leafy branches on the translucent walls of the small temple-like structure carefully constructed in the corner. Poised on large flat river rocks it sits at a very slight angle, not parallel to the gallery walls. That slight shift is a key.

I can hear the soft chirping of birds preparing for evening. I can almost feel the hint of a cool soothing breeze...my first impulse is to slow down, to take a deep breath and relax. This is a place that invites the pleasures and suggests the opportunities of being quiet.

The artist's hand-written words in chalk on the north wall of the space honor her ancestors and suggest that in such peaceful surroundings we can perhaps touch our own memories, come to terms with them, honor them or just take note.

The few red leaves scattered on the clean crunchy gravel remind me of the season and take me back outdoors even while I stay seated on the long wooden bench. I listen to the birds and wonder how the glowing, plant-filled temple (or is it a sun room? or perhaps a small teahouse?) can seem so big and at once so intimate... There is no visible entrance, I am left to imagine what is inside these walls that present me with a constantly changing shadow play of leaves and branches.

Then the gallery walls themselves suddenly dissolve and for a brief moment I enter my own "Halcyon Time!" I am so glad I took the time to visit and sit for awhile in Greer's Garden.