Which 'reverie' did the author indulge in on a golden Sunday morning leaning against the stone wall of a church in a little village?

The narrator forgave all his friends and relatives for every wrong he believed they'd done because of the idyllic landscape before him. 

In that moment I forgave all my friends and relations for their wickedness and cussedness, and I blessed them. They did not know that I blessed them. They went their abandoned way all unconscious of what I, far away in that peaceful village, was doing for them; but I did it, and I wished that I could let them know that I had done it, because I wanted to make them happy.