I want to live where the red fern grows and grows and grows. Where a glass of water is as refreshing as a cold bottle of beer. Where a feeling of intimidation doesn’t overwhelm my senses. Where the grocer can say “hi” without any other pretense than to be friendly.
I want to be where the trees burn in the evening sunset and the dew on morning grass makes it as sweet as a cup of hot tea.
I want to be where you want to be. I want to live where you are. I want to live in your head and dream only of a life where a city doesn’t overrun you.
