BluEyedDaizy

Idyllic. In every way. It is easy to imagine the perfect lives that must live behind the walls of the elegant farm houses I rush past at 72mph. Easy because I don’t know them, have never seen them, will never see them (that I know of).

I imagine their perfect, homey holidays around their family hearths, the scent of cinnamon and apples filling the air. Their undoubtedly peaceful existence as they watch the sun set on their fields, the frost kissing the leaves just outside their shimmering windows of joy.

You see, ignorance IS bliss.