There is no place on Earth I'd rather be. I've seen what's out there, and it's all pretty much the same.
All I've ever wanted was a place with green pastures, healthy horses, quiet foaling barns, cereal scented hay, warm sun and a bench to sit on as it passed overhead, and a barn full of champion purebreds waiting to perform. A place where there are simple chores to do, and the delight of doing them well. A place where there are no tragedies or emergencies, and the noisiest thing is children's laughter. It's a place where everyone works together, easing each others burden and finding joy in fellowship. I've already been there, it was long ago, before age made me skeptical. Maybe there is another place ahead where I'll find it again, maybe behind the wardrobe, maybe through a looking glass, but I doubt it will be on this world. I wonder what awaits in that promise that was spoken softly to me in a dream. It seemed so real.
