Putting my toes in the ocean with the wind in my hair and the heavy scent of salt in the air
And if not then a crystal clear lake with cabins and joy all around
Rural roads with mile upon mile of fresh blacktop and not a car in sight
A strong wind during twilight bringing the fresh smell of a coming storm
Dark night under the stars, friends to either side sharing stories and jokes
Icy cold in contrast to a bright sun reflecting off a virgin snowfall
Surreally painted skies at the beach, good tunes on the radio, watching the sun sink slowly off stage west
Everyone should occasionally go to their special place to recharge their soul in their own …
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