One big green hill sporadically lined with flowers that very nearly dwarf me in size.. a few hundred feet above and a dozen miles away from the nearest signs of civilization. It's a place with an intermittent breeze and a constant 77 degree temperature, day or night.
In this place, there is nothing but time. No schedules. No relationships. No worries. No money. No pining.
Nothing but the things I carry immediately on mind.. in a place with enough ambient beauty to put it all into proper perspective, and then file it aside in order to enjoy an indefinite moment of natural stillness & emptiness so complete.. that every single one of my synapses and brain cells not occupied with an involuntary function.. and even some of the ones that are.. can be used to process every last bit of sensory.. of light, sound and tactile sensation coming from the world around me.
Just maybe I'll allow.. one other person who's come to that place to seek out some peace to share mine with me.