from where you'd rather be
crossed the following off my to-do list this weekend
- letter and email i'd been meaning to write
- book started several months ago
laundry, grocery shopping. less exciting.
but then, there was this view.
|murrumbidgee river (wallaroo, nsw)|
the view from a friend's cottage.
(yes, on a farm. at the end of a dirt track.)
we gathered for croissants. berries. watermelon.
then wandered, meandered. downhill.
sometimes, single file.
this view. would (could) you ever tire of it?