i escaped atl for a solid 18 hours and drove otp for the first in months. lake oconee is only an hour and 15 minutes out i-20, but it feels far enough to feel like i finally got myself the heck out of dodge.
after a dinner with wonderful family friends, we sat by the fire, drinking wine, and talking life. i slept like a bear in the world's darkest quietest room and woke up to a dreary wintery day by the lake. i'm diggin water right now, feel myself just drawn to it. calm + peaceful ... maybe what i'm wishing to manifest, but yeah, i just found myself staring at the lake with that little duck and the steam rising up. sigh.
cheers to a Sunday not working, staring at calming water, driving slow, listening to good music, cooking a damn delicious grain bowl with homemade salsa verde, and listening to fergus snore like an elephant.
*janis joplin - greatest hits*