There is nothing like a morning coffee overlooking a serene lake in the summer.
When you live in Toronto, and you’re on your way to the cottage, there is one place you must stop – Webers.
A lazy day. A hot day. A day where you don’t want to do your hair. Throw on any old dress, put on a hat over last night’s braids, and head out for the walk.
“So you, with a Medici smile, becoming not
A twilight personage but the danceable gloom
And music of all shade, wake trailing song
As in an hour of hot brilliance what
Happens is a wrung memory of light
And all shade is what music we have rung.”
– James Merrill
Grand Canyon West in Arizona is actually on a Native American reservation. So they don’t let you just drive up there willy nilly.
Remember that bridge from the Hoover Dam post? Yeah, so do I.
When you have a rental car, and you’re in Vegas there are many day trips at your fingers tips. Some I didn’t get to do
Right when you get there. The second you’re off the plane, it’s bright and big and colorful. Heck, they’ve even put a big truck right in the airport. It doesn’t stop, and it’s great.
In the Winter I start to feel a bit like Snow White. Not all stunning, sleepy, and singing, but dark haired and getting paler by the second.
What is it about being in your thirties? You start to get a bit more comfortable, you start to really question shit, and you start to really not give a f**k about stuff anymore.
