What I want is a little wild stream winding through a small but varied countryside. It should be well away from traveled roads, and the only obtruding post-industrial noises the occasional plane (preferably prop plane!) bumbling overhead. A few small cars might be allowed to traverse – at widely spaced intervals – the rural road I stroll along to get to it.
There should be some woods, and a modest hillside or 2. I should be able to walk there easily, and not feel I’m trespassing on anyone’s private space. Possibly a working farm near enough so that the distant sounds of cows lowing, or roosters crowing, might be heard, and the breeze could bring a whiff of turned earth, or manure, or cut hay.
(This fantasy is in lieu of going out and weeding! But it’s raining anyway…)