There's A Place Where I Go...

One of my Linkster buddies started a thread about places to "get away from it all". There weren't all that many replies; some people named some pretty good vacation spots. On the other hand, I took a decidedly metaphysical approach:

"There's a place that I travel
When I want to roam
And nobody knows it but me."

The Earth is green with spring. Flowers bloom, the trees are budding, and robins search for material for their nest while a magpie tries to play real estate agent. A family of beavers does their spring cleaning in their lodge.

"Wo die Tannen steh'n auf den Bergen
wild vom Sturmwind umbraußt in der Nacht
Hält der Rübezahl mit seinen Zwergen
alle Zeiten für uns treue Wacht."

The summer sun is gentle and the rains come softly and only at night. The scent of jasmine, wisteria and honeysuckle waft on the breeze. In the evening, fireflies signal to each other, hoping to find a response.

"In spring, the buds open
without hesitation;
in autumn, the leaves fall
without regret."

Autumn brings a blaze of color from the aspen and maple. Dry leaves rustle underfoot as squirrels gather provisions for the coming winter.

"It's far, far away
And way, way afar
It's over the moon and the sea."

The winter snow falls in tiny, sparkling flakes the crunch under my boots. The tang of woodsmoke hangs in the air as I sit in front of the fire, sipping hot cider and listening to Enya sing "Only Time". The world sleeps.

"And whenever you're going
that's wherever you are
but there's no one who lives here but me."

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