I found my little pocket of paradise this past week.
It's not much. No grandiose views although it is a bit photogenic.
Nothing earth shattering in its location or history.
It's just a pocket and a quiet little pocket, just what I needed and what I didn't know I was looking for.
When I found my pocket I knew though that my heart and soul would forever think of this place when in need.
In times of need when I want to envision my happy place, I think of an alpine meadow shrouded in fog. I feel protected and at peace.
But here on this little knoll looking out into a meadow nestled between basalt bluffs, I felt at home. Beyond protection and peace, this place was comfort.
I could have stayed there forever yet I have no desire to encroach on the landscape by building a home. Maybe in that corner over there so I could have this unspoiled view to myself.
Shared with the deer wandering through the meadow, uncertain of me yet also unafraid.
This is my little pocket of paradise.
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