There’s a place I go in my mind when I’ve had enough of the rush and race and of the push and pull of life. It’s a wide open space, one where sun shines on bright green grass. It’s under a clear blue sky that occasionally harbors clumps of cotton clouds. There’s a glass of iced tea on a table on the wraparound porch that faces west, and it waits for me to come back from a walk in the fields.
There’s a place I go in my mind. And someday I just may get there.
