The Marshmallow Fields

I'm sure reading the title, you all thought this place would be a marijuana induced reality. Well, you're wrong. "The Marshmallow Fields, Natasha?" you ask, "What the hell is that, Natasha?" you inquire. Well, this place is real, and hidden in our very own New Paltz! I will of course not divulge the exact location of this mysterious haven because if all of you decide to show up, then it wouldn't be that special, now would it?

Lean back in your seats everyone, I would tell you to close your eyes and visualize what I tell you, but unfortunately you need to read the description because I am not there to read it to you.

Imagine this:
A tremendous half mile radius of green field with tall, crisp grass surrounding you. Beyond the field, and in the distance; modestly whispering, flourishing trees with the mountains to the west, and a small, barely visible path to your east. Right on the edge of the tree line there are five foot tall hay barrels cased in white wrapping, all in a pretty little row, in stacks of two. These giant marshmallows half baking in the setting sun, and half protected under the shade of the arching branches. You climb your way up and suddenly you are ten feet taller, gloriously gazing at the mystified pink and golden sky. A slight breeze kisses your shoulder and you breathe in the smell of sweet hay and freshly cut grass.

Purely, blissfully content.

I was first introduced to this place by a fleeting love interest, thinking it would swoon me. Although this didn't work out too well for him, soon my friends and I were venturing there on summer evenings to relax and escape the confines of shoes and bras for a short while.

What soon became known as the marshmallow field, also became a place for my townies and I to laugh, eat, play, and just be ourselves. This place became a beautiful solace of serenity that allowed us all to escape our every day problems of the outside world.
I am excitedly anticipating the soon to come ventures back to this mysterious heaven, as the weather warms and blossoms.

In the fresh open air, and yet the privacy of the cradling wall of trees we are safe. 

We are free.