I am a place worth knowing.
I am a tranquil street corner where friends laugh at corny jokes. Smiles spread widely across the faces of the people here as they beam from ear to ear. They listen deeply, they love instead of like. Hands are held between families. Parks spread across the mossy grasses. Fathers push their children in swings while the children scream in excitement, begging to go just a little higher, or just a little faster. Partners huddle together under woollen blankets at the drive-in theatre, munching on salty popcorn in the backs of trucks and vans. In this place worth knowing, wildflowers slink down the stone paths as honeybees drink their sweet nectar. Protea flowers burst through the soil and blossom in soft pinks and vibrant reds. Little stone cottage houses line the avenues, each sitting on the clear blue lake. Boats pass by with rainbow sails; speed boats rushing by with water skiers and paddle boats peddled by people. If you sit on the deck behind your cottage, the scent of warm linens and lavenders overwhelm your senses. Trees litter the skyline here, no skyscrapers in sight. They stand tall against the light breeze that blows through the afternoon, melting into mountains that kiss the sky. Shedding their leaves, the trees on the horizon beam with fall colours. Their leaves crunch beneath your feet, creating a layer of autumn confetti on the ground. The sound is an orchestra, filling your ears with your own personal symphony. I am a place worth knowing, like the library books that line the shelves throughout the streets. When you sift through each book, you can find your next story, your next adventure. Some of the bindings on the sides are beaten and broken, a clear display of how often they’ve been read and loved. As you walk through the street, people are sifting through the books on the shelves. Every person can find a story perfectly suitable for them. Those who aren’t reading play scrabble on wooden tables. They challenge each other with triple letter scores and double word masterpieces. Everyone is happy here. Not the superficial happiness you plaster on Instagram and count the likes as they roll in like the tide, but the kind of happy that requires little acknowledgement. The happiness that lives here is the kind that settles in your heart and stays there, like a bear hibernating in the winter. I am this place where families bond, nature reigns supreme, and life is simple yet beautifully complex. This place is me, and it certainly is a place worth knowing.
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