Rolling hills

Quiet peaceful countryside. It doesn't think, it doesn't speak, it doesn't need anything. As soon as we speak, we demand, synonymous with need. A young child cries for food for lack of language in order to be fed, else it starves.

Nothing better than spending time alone, on a bike, or on foot, with the trees and the birds; they don't ask of you, they just are there. Unconditionally, lovingly, there.