Cottage vacations are the best.
At the cottage, things are fluid. Schedules are flexible and open.
Today there’s no need to be anywhere other than here in the screened in porch, warm air kissing my left shoulder, the musical note chime above me adding to the sound of the wind and the warblers.
My loves – one Golden Retriever and one golden-haired boy – lie in silence across from me. The former sprawled on the floor, content with the company of her humans; the latter sprawled on the sinking plaid couch, content with the company of his Kindle.
And just for now, I sit here content with my world in this moment.
Praise the cottage vacation, yes, may it rest and lift our weary souls.
Praise the cottage vacation.