It's the Middle of nowhere.

Hello World,

We all dream of a place, a place very few sounds. Except for the ones we hold dear to us. The sound of the wind rustling through the leaves, the sound of birds chirping in the morning sun. The sound of a car driving by or even the sound of a book page being turned. 
We dream of a place, of a sight that we hold dear to us. A beach with blue skies and sunshine. A woodland, with all the furry animals, a large field. 

Have we ever dreamed of a time, where time just stops and we are all in our element of relaxed and calmness. 

Claire.