No matter where we are or what our life situation is, we can experience magic moments. It’s not about having wealth or an abundance of time, but rather taking the opportunity to appreciate these moments as they present themselves. The real wealth is in the meaning we give these moments and their ability to inspire us.
I’ve always wanted to live in a place where I could step outside my door and walk along a country road and become lost in the pastoral landscape.
Flanked by corn fields, the dogs pull us faster down the road, noses carving the air as they follow invisible scent trails.
The crisp, pre-snow breeze carries the smells of wood smoke, rusty soil, and corn husks. A train wails somewhere in the distance. A farmhouse glows ochre from the setting sun.
Copses of trees stand as stark silhouettes against the darkening sky. They silently preside over the passing of another day. Is this day special for them too? Or is it inconsequential to these eldritch watchers of ten thousand sunsets?
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