Bliss is open country with neither hide nor hair of mankind.
Bliss is in the forest, striding beneath the trees, wandering along babbling brooks.
Bliss is in the mountains, clambering over rocks and scree.
Bliss is in the sea, swimming amongst the chromatic corals and iridescent scales.
Bliss is the flames, crackling and biting about the fallen timbers in the hearth.
Bliss is freedom, roaming the wild places while they are yet free.