Adventure In my BackYard

Well, not to disappoint you, but this isn't exactly in my backyard. It's actually in my neighborhood, but I call it my "backyard" anyway.
So, for those of you who have read The Hunger Games, you know that Katniss and Gale escape past the "electric" fence to a world beyond their district 12. The same thing, in a way, can be said for me.
In the bowels of my neighborhood, lies an old, red gate with the sign "NO TRESPASSING" hanging on it. You can climb over it and you land on an old dirt road that has been literally carved into the earth by years of wear and tear.
You're in the deep woods now.
As you walk down this old road, you come across a mossy pond that is usually noisy with frogs, but as you walk by, they all go silent. You then come to a clearing, the meadow, and you are on the top of a hill, overlooking the meadow and surrounding forest.
You can't hear any cars.
You can't hear any people.
You just heat nature.
I usually find myself venturing back here a lot in the spring, summer, and fall time. The seasons do such wonders to this place of bliss and I adore going there. I sometimes lay down a blanket and  just nap for awhile. The peacefulness of it is almost overwhelming, but you can't stop going.
It draws you.
I can hear it calling my name everyday.
Calling me back.
Begging me to visit soon.
Winter is the toughest season because I cannot visit it.
I miss it dearly. The snow makes it difficult to trek into the woods. However, when spring comes, I go there the first chance I get.
It is my getaway.
My great escape.