saturday in the city.
a morning walk through the oaks.
the chrysanthemums are blooming.
i found a nest of mushrooms under a tree.
i got a cup of coffee afterwards and a nice table and let my pen glide across the pages of my journal. ticking off thoughts as they entered my head. i don’t know why i haven’t done this before here, but it is such a nice way to end a jaunt down woodland paths.
i met my friend lewis at a diner for breakfast. she picked the place and told me it’s where they shot a a few scenes from madmen. i loved and miss that show. speaking of television i just started divorce with sarah jessica parker. and i’ve enjoyed the first few episodes of this is us.
i finally settled on a book. in the woods. i couldn’t commit to the woman in cabin 10 any further than the sample. we’ll see if a whodunit wakes me up out of my reading fog.
and…you may as well know that i’m having fantasies about remote stone cottages in the derbyshires. because i just am. because even when i’m home and perfectly content there’s a part of me that is dreaming of fairytale cottages and damp air and woodstoves and lambs and kittens. because i am. because i can’t stop.
waving to you and thumping my tail from my little hill in my little cottage in the gleaming metropolis. let me know how you is.