Thoughts of this, ..they seem strangely familiar...sort of like a remembered piece of scenery from a long ago fading dream.
It's like, when you see just a whispering glimpse of it, you sense you have walked there before.
But also like a dream, though parts are familiar....its still mostly a vast and strange place..
You could walk for miles, climb to the top of the highest embankment, but still be able to see gleaming plains stretch farther than your pale human eyes can comprehend.
But instead of being overwhelmed with feeling small and isolated..or triggering a desperate urge to find another soul to comfort you in the loneliness of this place...It's strangely comforts..the quiet and rare qualities of this dreamy place simply soothes..
It's neat because you can run...so fast, you could swear your flying...but still never get tired..you  get stronger even...
And even more amazing, after much time spent in this delicate place..you are neither hungry nor thirsty...nor are you panicking for a way to get back home..In fact thoughts of home do not even enter your mind. Home back on earth now seems so petty and insignificant in comparison to this strange and wondrous new world.

To word and paint you a vivid description of this place would be near impossible.
My tongue and lips could dance for days but still not quite relate to you the extraordinary brilliance of this region.
The greatest painters couldn't capture it
The most famous orator couldn't touch it
In fact, words themselves cannot hold it.

The largeness of this world is breathtaking..a place where you can get lost in your thoughts, yourself and your worries be forever lost in the rhythms and magical sways of this scene.
The trees, and grass..and well all of nature itself all moving together harmoniously to a silent, divine beat.
But you are not quite lost, are you?
No, not lost at all.
Even though you may look behind you and not be able to recognize the path you just blazed.
And even though the indents of your footprints have all but vanished..leaving you no way to trace back your steps, you know your not lost, nor could you ever be.
The only way to describe your inner security of remaining safe...is like there is some sort of a greater force that is directing your steps for you..and no matter where you place your feet, you can just be reassured that they are exactly where they are supposed to be

You can't help but be awestruck at the care that the Maker of this world gently poured into each exquisite detail.
Bend down to see and cradle a leaf, take in the drop of dew that is delicately and in utter faith, carefully balancing on the tip of its curved edge.
Notice how, the green veins of the leaf can so smoothly fade to shades of blue when viewed through the window of the crystal droplet.
The amazing masterpiece so brilliantly displayed in every corner, so gorgous and enthralling..this world can't possible be real..or is it?
But you have not the desire to ponder or debate the existence of this place.
You just no that you can feel the the soft ground beneath you, and feel the breeze washing over and you only want to breathe in and embrace every glorious second you have here.

Everything about here is similar, yet so different from our world back home.
Even the simple task of laying down in a grassy meadow, feeling the tickles of the twigs lightly brushing your face..all while closing your eyes and absorbing the comforting warmth of the sun..even this, awakens new meaning.
The air smells different, the flowers are different..everything about here seems to in it dwell a heavenly and magical presence..

The view here is spectacular..so much so your satisfied with just the sitting down and drinking in the sounds...the smells..and the overall splendor of your surroundings.
But soon, your curiosity and the knowledge of undiscovered majesty gets the better of you, and your off again to uncover more of the untamed beauty of these untraveled lands.

After exploring for quite awhile, the swaying field breaks to reveal a small, glassy brook.
Excited you run down to the edge of the stream and swiftly plunge your arms and hands into the refreshing coolness of the water.
After a few moments of childishly splashing in the water, your eyes widen in wonder and surprise at the sight of the pebbles and rocks gleaming underneath the clear, watery surface.
Shining and twinkling in deep jewel-like colors..and with the aid of the light, reflecting off dancing rainbows, gently lays their colorful faces.So different from earths rocks..all speckled and smothered with greys and brown..splotches clanging together in somber and lifeless tones.
While the rocks here, resting proudly in their beauty seemingly sing and laugh in the joy of being apart of this dazzling piece of art.
Eagerly you pick up a sparkling souvenir and carefully entrust it into the safety of your jean pocket.

Then your off to explore more of the unknown land and see what other marvelous treasure it has to hold.
Strolling, feeling encouraged and uplifted on wave beaten shores of woven gold, swinging your arms and humming to yourself...you see the now far off meadow grass sway in tune with your body motions. You smile to yourself in wonder of what a glorious and peaceful place you are in.     As you stop walking for a minute and feel your heart rate slow, you suddenly are overwhelmed with an unfamiliar wave of weariness..So you sit down in an attempt to catch your breath..then with a pulsing roar subtly filling your ears, slowly and softly close your eyes...for just a second...

Confused, you are violently startled awake by a harsh shriek of an overhead bell.
With a silent groan at the realization of where you are..you carefully blink a few times to quickly and quietly get used to the fluorescent light that's now blinding your thoughts and in combination to your new friend..the squacking bell, is setting every nerve in your body on hideously sharp edge. As you become more aware of your surroundings. You hear the sound of feet shuffling and papers rustling together as everyone arround you impatiently rushes to get out the door. Uneasily you shift than stop when you feel something jabbing you through the seams of your denim pocket. Your hand swiftly slips into your pocket to find out what is causing your discomfort...than freeze in shock when you discover what it is..Nestled gently in the warm palm of your hand rests a cool brillantly blue stone...a smile creeps to your face with the rush of memories the image of that rock brought to mind. On it still contains the sweet smell of the refreshing wind from that dreamy and supposed fantasy world...As you stand up with a full blown grin on your face, and new-found spring in your step..and an air of bewildered wonder lingering in the air. You impulsively decide to leave that rock behind..as a token for someone else. They will probably never know where it came from. It may end up in some rock collection..or perhaps get skipped on a lake..It may be forgotton where you placed it and left there only for the janitor to choose whether to throw it outside or in his wastebasket. It may land in a childs pocket..or get mixed in with some legos..you just never know. As you walk away, you shake your head at all that transpired..Not exactly sure what to think about it all..but then resolve to just smile and try to forget about it...for it was only a silly and pleasant dream....yes, thats all it was..all a silly dream...or was it?