A good book, a hammock, protected from the fall chill by the soft warmth of a fleece jacket...swinging gently back and forth...an occasional look up from the pages to the lake and the vibrant colors of fall as the afternoon sun disappears behind you...the only sounds the rustle of trees and leaves...an occasional fish flopping on the surface of the quiet water...nuzzling deeper into the hammock your eyes close and the book finds its resting place on ones chest...peace.
