my dream setting.

not exactly it, but really i can't find a picture of it. but it's there in my mind.

setting:
the wind sweeps over the calf-length grass, the flora rippling in gentle waves. it tickles my ankles as i walk, barefoot, up to the lone oak tree shading the crest of the grassy hill. it smells like living--everything sweet, vivacious, and spicy. i sit down and lean back against the firm, craggy bark of the oak's trunk. here, in the shadow of the wizened tree, it smells delightfully earthy. i sigh, looking at the small, crystal blue river that yawns its way through the small town below. the wind blows, kicks up leaves, and i am left feeling nothing but peace.