Yesterday I discovered a place that I’ll simply call my little utopia. A place not far from my home, it’s a miracle it took me so long to discover it. Lying in the outskirts of the town I live in, I could see the rooftops of the last houses as I flew higher and higher on the swing. We climbed on a cherry tree and ate the fruit right there, commenting on how this place was so much like paradise. Far away from the hectic flow of the city that always seems to be in some state of chaos. Fresh air filled our lungs and yellow butterflies danced around us, as we hung in the tireswing and watched the clouds transform. We ran around barefoot, even making cartwheels and letting our feet bond with the ground, just like our ancestors did hundreds and hundreds of years ago. Every now and then an old granny walking her dog or hikers would pass our way without noticing what holy ground they were striding through. Without opening their eyes, to see that paradise begun there, right in front of them.

Images. Marie Antoinette, Sofia Coppola 2006
Sources. Utopia (Wiki), Paradise (Wiki)