When you sit back and close your eyes and imagine yourself in a peaceful, relaxing place, where are you? A hammock between two palm trees on a deserted island? A chair under a giant umbrella on a beach? A raft and a drink in a pool?
And what do you do there? Read? Get a suntan? Take a nap? Daydream?
Here’s mine. Well, first a little background. Born and raised in the midwest, I have always enjoyed four distinct seasons. When I lived in Florida for 8 months a year for three years, I really missed the seasons, especially fall. I came home for five weeks at Christmas, so I always got just the right amount of winter, but my heart always ached in October and November.
So my utopia is a park in the fall. The park is surrounded by maple trees and oak trees and birch trees, and all kinds of other trees, all of whose leaves are turning brilliant colors: red and yellow and orange. The grass is still lush and green, and the leaves have only just begun to fall, so there are a few scattered around, but not enough that the trees are anywhere near bare yet. Under one of these trees, I have a cushioned reclining lawn chair and a lapdesk for my laptop. I write. I might also read. And then I write some more.
I’d love to hear about yours…