Thirlmere
I am eating sausages beside an open window. The fan is blowing the smell of outside into the room. With the food and the smell and the breeze, it feels as though if I looked up I would see my tent, and the brook, and the mountain rising above me.
Syndicated 2010-09-04 23:51:57 (Updated 2010-09-04 23:55:00) from Monument
