Thursday, July 06, 2017
No tent this year -- at least not yet -- just a long couch nestled beneath the cedars.
Morning birdsong is so much better than hearing an alarm. Watching the gradual lighting of the sky so much calmer than turning on a light switch.
When I woke here, I lay still for quite a long while, just taking in the possibilities of another new day.
Looking at the greenery above me, it gave a whole new meaning to the concept of a canopy bed. Such sweet dreams lying under the real thing.