It’s not a real place, so of course it’s perfect.
It snows all the time, and the sun shines only when I want it to.
It rains only on days when I can sleep in….
…lulled back into slumber by that wonderful trickling water sound that makes me feel all warm & cozy under my down comforter.
Since everything is snow-covered, I don’t have to worry about pruning trees, cutting grass or tending a demanding garden. It’s always a picture-perfect winter wonderland.
When I venture out, the only sound is the muted scrunch of boots in the snow, and an occasional tinker-bell shattering of fallen icicles. Sometimes, a hunk of snow drops from a tree limb, and I’ll hear the soft “mffft” of snow meeting snow.
I love that sound.
In this perfect place, no cars drive the streets, no children come out to play. No one shatters the silence and snowy perfection. Everything stays as it fell. Even my own footprints disappear behind me as I walk.
But my little Sweet Pea’s don’t.
They stay forever.
Perfect little paw prints…the sweetest sight of all.