Vacation Daydream

I'm looking at the calendar hanging on my wall; it's a scene from a lake somewhere - where the fading daylight flows through the orange leaves, causing the air to glow.

The mirrored surface of the water reflects the perfect still of a dying day, and I can practically feel the cool air wrapped around me as I watch the light slowly recede over the mountains in the distance.

Afterwards, I'll crunch through the fresh coat of leaves on the ground back to camp, where the campfire crackles its greeting. The air brings a chill, but the fire chases it away. Insects chirp their night songs as the creatures of the night begin to stir.

Finally, I call it a night, crawl into the tent and sleep. Waking early to catch the sunrise, I carry a mug of steaming tea to the lake shore, watching the sun creep over the hills, breathing the orange air. There's not much to do today, other than sit and watch the world slowly go by.

That's where I'd like to be right now.