It's been a bit sleepy here...

Maybe share a poem or thought of where you would choose to snooze, to dream, to take a rest? Anywhere in the world. Or maybe somewhere that doesn't even exist, only in your mind. I think the talk of Studio Ghibli films in previous posts has made me think of this too. Where is your place of relaxation?

Whatever comes to mind.
This was my background music writing this just now:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3q5yeqPj4KI
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I'm used to the trains in our backyard,
the baritone that doesn't scare or startle me
anymore; they give me security, the voice of
thunder, of a merciful god, a reaffirming decree,
not an angry strike against my soul.
I imagine the voice tucking me in, as my head
lays on hay in the box car. People always complain
of trains you see, until they've been around them
long enough. Then, it becomes a comfort.
A necessity to sleep. I don't dream of earthquakes
or violent ruptures in the universe. I don't even
dream of the dizziness of life, and what would happen
if I stopped spinning.

I just dream. Sometimes, of you.
Sometimes, of the place we'll eventually end up.

^ Beautiful.

I double whatever Luce said. . Beside, I do not know if anyone is more heartfelt in this site. I love you my friend and I can not imagine what this site could be without you my friend.

You and Luce are too kind! Much love to everyone. This community is full of wonderful friends and poets!

Beautifully penned!