Verdant Fields.

I was thinking about this while I was trying to sleep.

To me, the idea of true inner peace would sound something like this:

It has just rained, and the clouds are just beginning to be chased away by blue sky. Sitting down in the moist grass somewhere in a vast, rolling field. The ground smells of wet earth and fresh rain. The landscape's contrast is amplified, the greens are rich and emerald. As the wind blows the passing clouds pass overhead, their shadows racing along the ground causing momentary chills to run up my spine as the temperature drops a few degrees. I'm drinking from my favourite tea pot, drinking my favourite tea. I can feel my pants beginning to soak through, and my socks are getting stained green. I toss my clothes to the side, and lay back in soft grass, naked as the day I was born. In the distance a cow lows, and a sense of overwhelming quietude settles over me.

I am at peace.