I want to live in a place where I can wake up and smell the freshness

of the air. To live in peace and treasure the forest ground beneath my feet. I want to be able to grow with the trees, flow with the wind and walk the paths that the trees may lead. A little cabin where I can sit in the porch and read, whilst the fire is burning. I want to hear the rain fall so hard that it wouldn’t make me feel alone anymore; to live freely and spirited without the worries of the rest of the world. I guess we can all dream a dram.