So I’m just sitting here at home, propped up on the open first floor window ledge watching the world go by. It’s a bright summery evening and a cool breeze is gently tickling the trees in the field opposite my house.
The walkers are out enjoying the trails, the sweet smokey aroma of mid-week barbeques hangs in the air. There’s a tall glass of ice cold Kopparberg by my side and my trusty ukulele on my lap. I’ve been casually strumming away to myself for around three hours now.
Country roads, take me home… To the place I belong… ~ John Denver