I always imagined it as a beautiful forest. Enormous pines surrounding a greenfield where a tiny cabin sits in the middle. It is the classic cabin: painted in red (although I don’t even like red), with square shaped windows and a chimney. There is a little path made out of rocks that leads to a very shallow crystal clear river.
I run around the field, and when I stop, I contemplate the majesty of the trees. The deepness embraces my thoughts.
A profound forest which outpours love with every moving leave;
a grassy field perfectly trimmed, the welcoming perfection of nature;
a clear noise…running water that washes away everything that is not beauty.
That’s the place I imagine,
the place I’ve walked down so many times to empty my mind, to smile.
It’s a place that I’ve visited since I was a kid,
a timeless space that has seen no change.
It comforts me,
it brings me a sense of peace.
And it’s always there, ready for me.