That solemn place where sunlight goes to be cleansed.
Two sheep in a fog? Or two unconquerable individuals vying for a playground with no distractions . . . a pristine getaway where only purity remains?
A dreamworld rich in slices of the unknown. A utopia where a breath can open a new reality. A select realm where inner secrets await to be born.
Like a star, hidden in a corner. Visible only in quiet times of openness. (Inspect the upper-right corner.)
There is a huge difference between going for a walk . . .