Is it someplace real?

I think so. It’s called the Golden Valley, I believe.

Somewhere special?

In a way. It was on our nursery wall when I was a child.

I didn’t know it was a real place then. I thought it was a view of heaven.

Oh, the promised land.

I used to think that one day I’d come around a bend in the road…or over the brow of a hill, and there it would be.