i sit here in my new favorite place -
the base of a never finished tree house.
{this photo is from a while ago when i first got my camera}
it consists of only a floor and a ladder, but that is enough. surrounded by trees on the edge of the woods, it is the perfect spot to sit and read, write, or just think.
the sounds of chirping birds and little girls' laughter is carried here by the soft breeze.
there is bark on my back, dirt on my skirt, and sap on my hands.
but i don't care.
with the house and road behind me, i can sit here in peace.
