So what do you do? What if you can't count, or don't like sheep?
For me, there's a poem I recite to myself that always works a treat. From the first time I read it, back in high school, I was in love. The imagery is so vivid I felt like I'd been there, and when I visited Lake Bled in Slovenia, the poem came to life. Mountains? Check. Alpine lake? Check. Island centerpiece? Check.
P.S. You know you're a writer when reciting 19th century literature is the only thing that'll get you some sleep...
Imitation of Spenser - John Keats
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