I'm indoors right now. Been a day or two. Still seems like I might get back outdoors. I imagine a prison. A prison where nobody escapes, because there are no walls. A prison, where nobody suffers, because there are no limitations. A prison of sunlit wildflowers, snowy hills, and free-ranging life, both wild animals and laughing children, running with prison joy around lakes and through dales. In this prison of unlimited opportunities, we might take a ride on a spaceship, and visit the moon. And then look back, in our moon-prison, on the beautiful earth home we came from, hop back on our spaceship and return, and tell our joyful prison friends about our incredible experience. Then take them with us, across the vast prison of outer space, and experience the moon with them by our side. I imagine prison guards and inmates who empower each other to fulfill everyone's dreams, freely roaming the landscapes of the lightyears of the prison universe, the humble villages of the valleys and mountains, the dense urban cities, everything, everywhere. Maybe a quaint prison guard family would have a homestead in a village of free-ranging inmates, and together they all might grow corn, and potatoes, and peas, and kale, and lettuce, and kolrahbi, and blueberries, and raspberries, and fish, and hunt wild game, and go bowling together. Some would gather in a city center every morning, and exult at the rising sun, how wonderful, joyous, expansive, and boundless life truly is, every moment of every day. During prison holidays, people would get together and throw feasts. Some might travel to other planets to see their loved ones. Others might bring handbaked pies and other sweets to their friends' hearths down the river. Laughing, hugging each other, smiling and discussing all the wonderous things they are still doing across the land, with all the people from all the different cities, all the time. Some inmates might hire prison guards to fix their steps, or clean their windows. Other prison guards and inmates might just throw community work parties to, for example, raise a barn, or build a robot, and everybody might just come together on a regular basis and play freely together for the good of the community, and together reap in the spoils and pleasures of their shared labor when completed. I imagine an expansive prison sky, that takes your breath away when you glimpse the sun shining over the beautiful clouds, that makes you gasp when you cuddle a loved one under the windy moon and stars, the warmth of your close respect for each other far exceeding the cold of the night air, carried with distant howls of wolves, hoots of owls, songs of songbirds, and chattering of squirrels, that sometimes sneak up and visit you to see if anybody dropped a crumb. I imagine a prison where the rain falls, driven by the wind, and your underwear gets soaked and you just don't care, because the joy of life is more prison wonderful than anything you could ever imagine. Then the blinding and warm sun comes out, and a prison rainbow stretches across the horizon, and it's, yet again, the most beautiful thing you have ever seen before. I imagine a prison that is just a word inserted in sentences. That everybody can tell would be a horrible idea to ever use.