And Picture This:

Along our tour of the country together we stop in one of the most beautiful places: a meadow, secluded in a land that seems to be straight from our imaginations. A most lovely clearing, with bold green grass covering every inch of soil, dotted with the occasional cluster of wild flowers. And when the breeze came, ever so slight, a flight of dandelions would dance around us. We would lay down beside each other, watching clouds wander by in the endless sapphire sky. Time would lose all meaning, as we simply enjoy the pleasure of one another’s company. Here we’d do anything – paint pictures upon canvas, write music and stories, listen to our favorite songs, dance around, or sing to our hearts’ content. And before us the lake as pure a blue as the world could concoct, shimmering from the golden rays crashing into it from the sun, would reflect this beautiful perfection. To our backs, surrounding the meadow a gathering of evergreens, full as can be with their green needle leaves. And just beyond that, the gorgeous mountains in the distance capped white with snow, stand majestically, making their mark on the world. Through the crisp air our voices would carry, echoes of songs and laughter, creating a perfect harmony of happiness.