April 19, 2005 @ 2:07 am by sean
I want to be in a meadow. With big blue skies. And big white clouds. But big white clouds that never contest the sun. And dafodils that don’t smush when I lay on them, but instead provide an ample pillow. And about 25° celcius air temperature with roughly 60% humidity. And mountains far away, but that I can reach in a 15 minute saunter. And a single willow tree about a 5 minute stroll away with my bread, cheese, crépes, Nutella and Pinot Noir picnic awaiting my appetite. And a Scout waiting for me to drive back to town. But I never will. Because instead I’ll discover a small stone with a thatched roof cabin in the forest on the other side of the mountains that the dragonfly just told me about and got his horse friend to so kindly give me a ride to. No one has ever seen this cabin, only the resident animals. But it is still fully furnished with a fireplace, rocking chair, bedroom, 5 windows with draperies, a well outside with the purist water ever tasted, and candles, and a pen with an ink well and paper made from the wood in the forest, and 2 cups, bowls, plates, spoons, knives, and forks. The trees offer to be cut for firewood, because when they are cut down, they grow to full size again by morning. And the fruit bearing trees always have their flowers, and lots of berries are to be found everywhere, but never poisonous. And there is always enough fruit to be hungry.
But for now, I’ll just lay in the meadow.