I live in the city. But only a hop, skip and a jump from my house, there is a beautiful little wooded area.
When you walk through it, it’s like you’ve entered a magical world…
A world of trees and wildflowers…
Where the soundtrack is the buzzing of insects and the song of birds.
Okay, you got me.
Maybe that place exists only in my mind, but maybe it doesn’t have to. Maybe all the place needs is someone who cares.
Will that person be me?