On Napping
Naps are too often missed.
Pictured is the site of one of the finest naps I've had in quite some time. In a sunbeam early Sunday morning I dozed deliciously for about two hours, fading in and out in slight moments that combined my confused but enjoyable dreams with the conversations of my camp-mates and the wonderfully calm scene around me.
What a lovely memory. Naps are too often missed.