Writing.Com General Discussion

As I'm sat here, trying my hardest to find inspiration to write with my hubby watching TV and watching something noisy on his iPad, I can't help but dream of a place where concentration is infused in the air. I imagine myself with a wooden cabin with a large glass window running the length of it. My outlook would be onto a huge grass lawn which is surrounded by oak trees. Squirrels climb the trees, birds flitter-flit between them. In my garden, a bird bath and bird feeders attract the smaller bird, like finches, tits and robins. At my side are my two dogs, asleep on their beds and dreamed of chasing rabbits.

It's not such a pipe dream, is it? But it sure sound like my idea of writing paradise.

My question is, if you could close your eyes and be transported to any place, any time, whenever you wanted to write, where and when would it be?