Close your eyes and imagine driving through a forest, a forest where the ferns grow, where the wild animals pass through quietly with every intention to never be noticed, where the trees adorn, they decorate and drape the road less traveled and your imagination begins to wander what you might see behind the veil.

But then you notice the sun glistening, peaking through an opening in the distance. And as you get closer, you see a beautiful, tree-lined vintage fence behind which horses are grazing peacefully within the rolling green pastures, and you notice a welcoming whinny from a flaxen pony watching as you drive by.

As you turn into the gates, you take a stroll and see flowers in full bloom, pumpkins meandering the garden’s edge, bees buzzing, birds singing, butterflies floating, you feel a gentle breeze, and in it you smell the roses, the lilac, the mint … the horses.

You hear the leaves softly rustling, along with the sounds of acorns dropping from the lone oak tree. But then something catches your eye and you notice the water shimmering on the pond, the golden fish swimming along slowly but surely, the hammock gently swaying, inviting you to take just a minute to slow the pace and relax for a few minutes.