I'd enjoy simple pleasures: wildflowers and stretches of meadow interrupted only by a lazy cloud or two.
I would rest easy and enjoy all that peace.
It's wonderful--until of course the bear comes.
He labors towards me like he owns the place.
He stops and stares. He's small, but I fear he could still make a meal out of me and my small children.
I realize that perhaps little cabins also inevitably come with bears. What I imagine is so wonderful actually holds its particular dangers and challenges.
It's not all meadows and flowers. It seems lovely, but it comes with bears.
Have you seen a bear in nature? Sublime!