It used to be any quiet beach; calm but not dead. I would lie down on this natural water bed without a care in the world.
Lately though, the mountains call to me. I can recalibrate and feel at peace at just the sight of green mountains (or white, if winter) and be in awe. A water beside it seals the deal for me.
But as a city girl, having lived in the city all my life, I never thought I’d love being in any city until I’ve been to Japan. And I was smitten by this city with a soul, or at least personality. Or dare I say, identity?
Also submitted for the Weekly Post Challenge