I’ve never found a better place to drink a cup of coffee and read a book than the porch of my family’s cabin in West Virginia. In fact, I’ve never found a more relaxing place, period. Because this is what you see when you look off of the porch.
(Random side note: that tree that’s fallen over into the water and died was our rope-swinging tree when we were kids. My sister was The Champ. Often challenged, never beaten. She could do things off of that tree that amaze me to this day. Me? I usually did something like the classic “oh-my-god-I’m-going-to-fall-and-kill-myself-holy-hell-I’m-like-4-feet-off-of-the-ground-I-think-I’m-going-to-puke-let-me-down-please-please-let-me-down-wait-you-mean-that-was-less-than-a-second-can-I-get-down-now-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Really, it was very impressive at the time.)