Musings 2-The one with the meadow dream

Somewhere, there is a meadow that is abundant with wild flowers and frolicking creatures. It is surrounded by breathtaking, snow-capped mountains with cold, clear lakes deeper than the eye can see. Wood nymphs giggle with glee. Flora so plentiful that every turn of your head surprises your very soul with the richness of color. The scent is of raindrops,

carnivals and first kisses. The animals leap and bound with wild abandon, fearless and without reserve and leave trails of glitter behind them. The flowers sway with the breeze and somewhere in this place, suspended between reality and folklore, is a place where love resides without condition or fear. This is where I live in my dreams...