Lounging under a willow tree sounds nice to me.
Now and then, I spend time thinking about how to turn more of life into the feeling of a long day reading at the beach. Placid, sun-baked, mind coursing with the syncopation of a perfect sentence, or paragraph, the horizon wobbling against the sea.
Pictured here: another sort of day to imagine, birds and bugs warbling, and frogs belching under lily pads.
photo by Yelena Yemchuk