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?