From dreams I've had, I often see highways and expansive scenery come up as metaphors of my own path in life... it's like the roads all lead to somewhere, things are connected with each other through these roads...
Something a bit like this type of highway works, taking place in the summertime, with deep blue sky, partly cloudy.
Hilly environment to go with my changing moods and emotions, yet kept streamlined in a focus to go to the destination/vision I have in mind.
“Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings -- always darker, emptier and simpler.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche
At least a couple of miles away from noisy people and general noise/air/visual pollution.
A man builds. A parasite asks 'Where is my share?'
A man creates. A parasite says, 'What will the neighbors think?'
A man invents. A parasite says, 'Watch out, or you might tread on the toes of God... '