birds site copies, musing
There is a happy village. Full of close houses, windmills, greenery, and much bustle under the afternoon sun
Part of it rests in the shadow of a large arch of land. Part of it lay on [it].
Part of it floats in the sky on chunks of land above the ocean it rests on. Which is the most noticeable hint of magic
Magic flows through as smoothly as a soft melody in the afternoon's light. Not something so pronounced as Terran stories
birds site copies, musing
A place with little need for things like wide streets for cars. Close, communal.
Whimsy, magic, adventure, relative peace. A place and time of which technology and society gives you the security you had as a child.
Where you see magic in everything and there is no constant fear of failure so deep it kills.
Hunger will not kill you.
Nor thirst
Nor likely illness. There is your life and adventure
Perhaps how it should be
birds site copies, musing
Magic in the extra bit of taste in the coffee at the café that rests in one of the busiest streets
Magic in the wind farms and solar panels gleaming in the light. The technology that rests along side the earth in harmony
Magic in the serenity and peace, held and strengthened with wisdom.
A place born part from my wonder and extrapolation into society moving back in structure as technology moves forward.