Daydream

Just sitting at this desk on the 18th floor with the state officials and legislative types acting important and quietly wishing I was anywhere else at this very moment.

Perfection would be off on blm land reached only by dirt road along a swiftly moving trout planted stream, I’d be kicking back with a virgin pina and my rod out the wide open back door, reading a naughty novel while I bask in the late afternoon sun.

My trusty doggy stretched out on the warm earth below my gaze, ever mindful of my safety, all I  can hear are the rustling pines and rippling, cool waters, when a trout strikes, I can almost taste the melted butter dripping off that slowly roasted fish.

 

Yeah, I’d rather be there now.

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Author: Jillymaui - My Van Life Adventures

A hopeful solo RVan life traveling gal, enjoy the last decades of my life, I love wildlife, genealogy, SF Giants baseball, swimming, painting, guitar playing, singing, sightseeing, and writing.

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