My happy place is so clear to me in my mind’s eye. Hilariously, when I attempted to image search it with prompts from the picture in my mind, a lot of the pictures that came up were clearly from the alps, I would have never guessed, being that I’m more of a savannah grasslands type of girl that loves sunshine. It’s a flowery meadow on the mountainside with a burst of colour and a clear stream running by, with the smoothest pebbles gently bobbing in the water.
In this happy place, I sit on a white wrought iron garden bench that is so skillfully gilded and masterfully carved, head thrown back, warm rays of sunshine caressing my face. I am wearing a white light nylon dress whose fabric is so sheer and soft it feels like a whisper on my skin. It cascades in graceful folds down my body. I am barefoot and can feel, even now, the pressure of the smooth pebbles warmed by the sun, against the soles of my feet, that are dipped in a running stream by the meadow. Butterflies lazily flitter about among the flowers and occasionally perch on my arms.
In my happy place, there is no time, there is no space, only beautiful sights, sounds and scents. The sunshine is forever shining at the perfect intensity of the 10 am sun in my village, and the stream rushes at the same calming speed over the pebbles. The flowers are always blooming, the bees and butterflies always visiting. Aromatic scents waft eternally from the lavender buds and I soak in the sun perpetually. I know that my locks go until my toes, and are gorgeously adorned with flowers.
Never mind that the woman in the dress seems quite melancholy and that all the prompts gave me Caucasian skin, this is 80% close to what I am attempting to describe. It will surprise you to know that I am effortless able to flit in and out of my happy place any time I feel like, which is probably why I am so familiar with its feel. Some may call it escapism but I want to call it returnism (if you know, you know).
Do you have a happy place? I’m curious to know whether you have a happy place and what it looks or feels like. Write me below. I do love cute little (handwritten) notes.
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