You and I Country Dreamers
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I always thought I'd like to live in the country, and it's true. You walk outside on a clear summer night and the sky's a midnight-blue jeweled cluster of bright and dim stars peeking through tall pines. A moonlit, champagne-colored sandy road stretches gently into the hazy distance, and friendly woods surround thick green tobacco fields. Night sounds: insects chirp and rub wings together to form a more or less harmonious chorus of bucolic bliss. You can imagine it's the stars talking, emitting cryptic messages via starbeams. I've heard a theory. Ions are invisible particles of energy in the air. There are more negative ions (supposed to have a positive effect on you) than positive ones in the country. In town, especially a big town, you're bombarded with too many bad ions. In the country you casually assimilate good air, conducive to serenity, creativity. Henry David Thoreau raved about the benefits of country living and getting back to nature, but he lived in a time when technology was just beginning to crank up its gears to start crushing the life out of humanity (he would have thought). How much more fervently would he espouse it today! In fact, were Thoreau alive today, he'd doubtless take his obsession even further, and be a hermit in a cave. Plato's famous cave, where impossible ideals of perfection illuminate its walls. In the daytime a picture postcard lies outside every window and trees wave at people. It's not just ordinary mundane wind blowing through their branches making them move. They're waving. A whimsical fancy. Living here inspires fanciful musings, deep thought, and no thoughts at all. Car horns don't blare, voices don't yell, doors don't slam. You'll probably hear farm machinery and gun shots and the odd dog barking. In the winter, somebody said, it's going to look desolate with bare trees and fields, hard brown earth. Insects and birds too frozen to chirp. But nature's desolation, if natural, can be a harshly splendid sight. The Grand Canyon isn't green, but it's still very grand. Living by the ocean was fine at first, but it failed to change...seasons don't affect that wide grey or blue expanse of water too much. No autumn leaves or black-eyed susans at the beach--salt sea water hurts your eyes and the sun's rays sear your skin. The ratio of positive-negative ions, I think, is about equal. I do love the fishy-smelling oceans, but sometimes I prefer looking at pictures of the sea without actually being there and battling its windy elements. I guess my feet know where they want me to go--walkin' down a country road.--SUSY
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Yes, I love the country too Susy. Much better than the city!
Glad U R happy out there. 
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Good stuff Susy, very beautiful.
