Sometimes my head needs a whole lot of nothing to clear itself. The most expansive amount of that nothing for me is in Vermont. I sit atop large rocks in the middle of wildflowers looking out into a valley spotted by red barns. Take long walks that amble throughout fields and densely packed trees. I sit in a kitchen while a cat purrs on my lap. Horses play in a field and there is green all around me. So much, yet nothing at all. Life feels correct in Vermont, i think they're onto something. Someday i will be there for a while.