It is 2:10am which means I should probably go to bed and not let my mind conciously conjure things up but...
I would like to walk down a cobblestone path to a clearing in a majestic forest that has a perfect oak tree with a tire swing on one of its branches. I want it to have a knothole big enough for a stash of books and pencils and journals and I want bunnies and other small cute animals to feel free to enjoy the shade. And I want more trees exactly like that one in different spots. And I want people to know about this clearing. It will be a forest book library and a dream/random musing/anything you want to write in a journal library. And snacks that never go bad are available. And fruit-bearing plants flourish. And baby deer prance through the clearing at night.
But wouldn't that be awesome?
okay bye. er...goodnight or whatever.
nah, just bye.