There is a small cafe in my town that is set into the woods, almost as if it’s contained in its own private world. When you exit the cafe building, steps lead down to a clearing with a few tables and chairs and fairy lights strung throughout the trees. The two steps beyond the clearing, and it’s a straight drop down into a valley landscape of trees and woods and who knows what beyond. Coming here to read makes the literary escape all the more visceral because I can feel the wonder of my own life colliding with that of the characters whose minds I’m temporarily visiting.
I couldn’t hope to capture the aura of this space with a mere photo, but here’s to hoping you’ve found your own spot that makes the joy of reading all the greater. ~