Hidden.

When things get hard, when times feel lonely, when my mind starts turning negative- that's when I dream of this place. This place is one full of peace.  In the middle of the woods.  Snow covered in the winter, and overgrown and green in the summer.  Fire place. Potato. Coffee in the morning. Wine at night.  A whole room full of canvas, and paints, and brushes. My music blasting.  No phone. No TV. No Internet.  Just me and Tator.  Relaxing.  Something like this:



Now that's peace. That's beauty.  Take me there.