Streets of Gold?

It is funny for me to think now on the views I once held of heaven. I remember the description of heaven having streets of gold. Now I am sure that would be a beautiful site but what more would it be. I don't want streets of gold. Rather give me a sandy beach. Let me feel its grit between my toes. Let me see the calming movement of a lake or sea. Let me have the refreshing coastal air blow through my hair. That would be heaven to me. Or even give me a path in the forest. Let my feet trod on an uneven path full of nature's debris and undergrowth. Let me drink in nature and feel alive. Let me lose myself in the reality that all that is truly is one. That would be heaven to me.