At Southern Retreat Center, I loved all the little decks and gazebos scattered along the trails and hillside, places where I could sit in a wooden chair and write in my journal, or lie down on the wood to take a nap. Each evening, on a deck perched high above the river, I sat and absorbed the very last of the spring warmth before the sun disappeared behind the woods on the other side of the river.
2 comments:
love that light.
Oh, my. Look at that light! (That chair needs a pillow, though : )
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