I hear her voice, in the morning hour she calls me
The radio reminds me of my home far away
And drivin’ down the road I get the feeling
That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday
Heading out to the country fills me with indescribable feelings of contentment and peace. I recall many times spent on my bike winding through many a tree-lined road, my young legs pedaling ever faster as I took in some breathtaking scenery. Whenever I feel overwhelmed by life events my mind drifts back to idyllic times of endless contentment which primarily took place in the backwoods of Indiana.
My retirement is more than a decade plus away….I wish I could leave the rat race behind and with my dear husband head out to our dream home and simply allow the world to pass us by but that’s not to be…not yet——————so dream on I will…………………………
“A quiet secluded life in the country, with the possibility of being useful to people to whom it is easy to do good, and who are not accustomed to have it done to them; then work which one hopes may be of some use; then rest, nature, books, music, love for one’s neighbor — such is my idea of happiness.”
― Leo Tolstoy, Family Happiness