It’s hard to imagine a more perfect space to sit out than in the back yard of Mack’s little cabin. He and his family stayed up on top of the mountain and left me to my own devices down in the holler.
I was next to a creek and the moon and the stars peeked through the bare trees.
It’s hard for me to talk about all this woo-woo stuff without feeling silly and self-conscious, so I won’t except to say that it was both incredibly ordinary and mysteriously amazing.
I would do it outside all the time, if I could.