Summer Hygge
Overstimulation, FOMO and the vital need to shut things down sometimes
I am lying on my couch in my front room, eye closed. The window next to me is open, and a soft summer rain is falling, its sound like the breath of a lover as she holds you close.
The house is silent. My phone is muted. All I hear is the rain and the sporadic songs of cardinals and sparrows, finches and jays. The light i…