The Porch I Dream About

I lean back into the cushions with my eyes closed, feeling the warm sun on my face. The ceiling fan above me blows a gentle breeze, and a tall glass of lemonade is on the table beside me to keep me cool.

Not for the first time, I’m grateful that we made the choice to screen in our new front porch because I know without those screens, my arms and legs would be covered with mosquito bites by now, but as it is, I have yet to see or feel a bug in my space.

The bay window that looks into our living room site behind me, surrounded by the house's gray stone wall, but I’m facing the quiet street, with only the occasional neighbor walking their dog passing to distract me. Otherwise, it’s quiet, and I can settle in and be inspired by the great outdoors while enjoying all the comforts of indoors.