Thinking Back, to a Better Place

Take me back to the woods of Minnesota. I despise society's constant sound. It's wretched and grotesque, like a screeching devil. I long for crystal waters. The sweet smell of pine trees in the morning. I long for the danger, going head to head with a mama moose and treacherous, stormy waters. I miss the simplicity, the leisure and charting our own course. Time was endless, and my body, ageless. I miss the silky night, which enshrouded me in a frigid blanket. How I completely miss the feeling of being stranded and alone. No people, no buildings, no irritating noise. Just me, in a city of trees and nature's melodies.