touching grass, blades between toes, dappled shade beneath the trees, reading a book or quietly painting or people-watching or picnicking with a friend...babes, there is nothing like it
I just love sitting outside and reading a book. It was like 55 degrees out today and so I got to sit out back and read for the first time in months. Itβs low key so beautiful
sometimes all you need is to hammock in between some trees with a buddy, a good book, and an iced tea on a summer day set at a breezy 79 and the depression goes away (momentarily)
stretching daily is, to me, where simply surviving ends and LIVING begins. Iβm bad at being good about it, but Iβm currently making a real effort to do it every single day.
