One afternoon, I came home from work feeling beat. I was on my feet all day and I just wanted to sit and enjoy the beautiful day. So, I did. I sat on my porch, in my little red adirondack chair that I painted myself, and I drank a beer because I could. I soaked up the afternoon sun. I made some guacamole and ate it with chips. I listened to music. I snapped some photos. I read. I drew.
I sat and enjoyed my stoop until the sun went down. It was wonderful.