Here, it is revealed that the idyllic landscapes of poets and painters is a sham.
In it's place, we are left with the empty facsimile presented by real estate developers and organic fruit companies selling a carefully crafted memory where the trees are oh so green and the sun rises into brilliant blue sky.
Somewhere in the distance a bird spreads it's wings in flight.
A dog lazily rests in the shade.
And smiling children play games while their hard-working parents sip on fresh-squeezed lemonade.

This is a place where disbelief has been willfully suspended.
This is a place where the smiles are real, but no one is quite sure why.