Beach, mountain, forest, or somewhere else entirely?
The breathtaking majesty of the Rocky Mountains. Rising as if trying to reach heaven.
The urban decay of The French Quarter in New Orleans with its tilted buildings, looking as if they will crumble if I but lean on it.
The noise and lights and business of Times Square, making even night seem like day.
The buildings of Paris, glowing as if lit from within.
The layers of colors of the Arizona desert, stark and faded from the sun.
The peace and tranquillity and silence and misty coolness of the forests of North Carolina,
The power and strength of standing at the edge of the Atlantic Ocean, healing my soul.
Choosing one would be impossible.
Choosing one would make me feel unfaithful to the others.
Choosing one would make me feel unfaithful to myself.
Maybe I have a split-personality.
Maybe I am indecisive.
Or, maybe, just maybe, it is because I can find beauty and strength and power and peace and wonder in all the places I’ll go..