Today I am Writing: On A Desk/Cottage Living

This evening, I supersede my task list to do something very important:

I scroll the interwebs, looking for the perfect desk.

I can see it in my mind's eye, just waiting for me somewhere.

I want to place it under the little square window in my attic pitch bedroom, where it will get sultry like toast once summer officially hits and where I can see myself staring out onto the passing street and the lilting trees, writing my little heart away.

I have a pond and a porch and an outdoor table. I have a piano and two cozy chairs and a candle burning on the bookshelf that might as well stand stead as a mantle. I have the world's coziest bed and a dresser excavated from an antique store somewhere in the hinterlands of Pennsylvania.

The only thing missing in my idyllic cottage life is a little desk beneath the window.

(Now, if only it would fit...)