April 1, 2015
At times I get totally disenchanted with city life. When it seems all I hear are sirens, helicopters, trains and cars on the freeway, I feel the need to escape. I need open roads that lead to fresh air, morning birds chirping, crashing waves, wind through the trees, crickets and frogs croaking in the evening. I cherish these weekends away where a day can feel like three, in the best of ways. Days where the only the only important thing to do is feel gratitude.