There is nothing in the world that I would rather be doing right now than laying in a hammock on a beach. Right now the weather is pathetic for a summer season (please see previous post or talk to anyone who knows me for my feelings on that topic) and I am corraled in the underworld aka my 1/4 cubicle with not even a hint of a window. A hammock on the shore would be
heavenly, add in a cabana boy, a
refreshing cocktail, and a good book that would be nirvana.
There is something familiar and comforting about a hammock. The way you feel hugged by the cotton netting just tight enough to feel secure and the odd familiarity you have gently rocking as if you were back in your bassinet. Letting everything pass over you like waves, never lingering too long as to create dread or worry.
You are able to just be, and lay in your hammock.
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