Dreams in Valleys

There was a grassy meadow full with tall, yet soft grass, dandelions, and daisies. In the distance, maybe a twenty minute walk (or five if measured by a kid), there are snow-capped mountains stamped against a hazy blue sky. The sun was on the brink of setting but was fighting the edge of the mountains like a puppy on a leash fighting it's master. The girl in this scene had no puppy however, but she seemed to not even notice the fact. She was too busy running. She was running home with a huge smile on her face, in a pretty white sun dress with red flowers on it; her brown hair in a red ribbon was tickling the tall grass as she ran by.

Her home was odd and...well homey. The front yard was as big as a decently sized bedroom, surrounded by a white fence that seemed easy to step over, which kept the burglars out because no one would want to steal anything with such an innocent, modest, pure guard. The fence attatched to the sides of the house and there was no way in or out of the house's premises, except to step over it. The house was small, maybe even a one room house, with an attractive red roof and white walls. Beautiful window gardens on the windows were symetrically lined with the front door. There was something magical about it; any one who saw it would be convinced that this small home was a castle and she was the princess; to walk through the front door was to walk into a grand hall fit only for God Himself.

As she entered the yard she kept full speed until she came upon the open front door. She slowed down and eventually stopped a yard or so from the front door. By now the sun had lost its battle and is setting with vengance; the sky is now rich of a full orange/yellow - the blood stain of the sun's lose. The girl stopped to look inside with a virgin curiosity. Her eyes caught something that grew her confidence wildly. She smiled - almost laughed - and ran into the home.

Manalive...

"Don't you say a word against the 'Swiss Family Robinson,'" cried Innocent with great warmth. "It mayn't be exact science, but it's dead accurate philosophy. When you're really shipwrecked, you do really find what you want. When you're really on a desert island, you never find it desert. If we were really besieged in this garden we'd find a hundred English birds and English berries that we never knew were here. If we were snowed up in this room, we'd be the better for reading scores of books in that bookcase that we don't even know are there; we'd have talks with each other; good, terrible talks, that we shall go to the grave without guessing; we'd find materials for everything: christening, marriage or funeral - yes, even for a Coronation, if we didn't decide to be a republic."

If I learned to live like that....