ice lit trees for miles
houses with no borders, no fences, no boundaries
corner stores where everyone knows your name
empty roads that stretch for miles
deer munching on the front lawn
then dancing away
dogs off leashes
quiet time to read
skies that stretch your imagination
rivers that flow tidal bores
music jam in the back 40
laughter
people who grew up 'ya just around the corner, there, that one down there'
like a scene out of fargo
icicles so beautiful and so deadly they could probably kill you
wood piled high at everyone's door
a deep calm and warm presence
and a family trapped in the 50's to make it all the more perfect
tranquility, grace
and love
