Something from a dream, perhaps

She walked amongst the green hills, rolling lazily from the edge of the forests to the embrace of the sea halfway between here and the horizon. Unchanged since her childhood she knew no other place better, and everywhere she went was home. And somehow it seemed the hills knew her too, just as the creek did. And the large oaks and weeping willows. And the magpies dancing in the meadows in the morning. Like somehow they were all part of the same story…

I think I dreamed this, and it kind of lingered at the back of my mind for a while, urging me to do something with it. The visual is very clear, but the story itself… I think I might be overthinking it…