Here's an odd revelation. I recently discovered an ideal place to which I can retreat after work. It's a quiet room, about 14'x14'. It has a high ceiling and a lovely large south facing window. The walls in this room are a creamy yellow with two of the walls having deeply rich wooden wainscoting. The high ceiling's soft ivory colored paint extends about 10 inches down the wall and the seam between ivory and yellow is covered with a delicate wooden strip. It probably won't surprise you that the floor is a beautiful light oak hardwood. About two thirds of the hardwood is covered with a richly textured deep burgundy rug. That large glass window is actually comprised of a lot of smaller panes and those panes allow the yellow warmth of the sun or the gray heavy of the clouds to see and be seen.
There's not a lot of anything in this room. There is a comfortable easy chair with a soft footstool. A soft ivory/green/brown plaid cotton blanket is tossed over the armrest. There are a couple of wooden chairs, a couple of stools (the kind that artists sit on), and an old library table. The chairs and stools have stacks of books on them as if that is their only purpose. The table is a little dusty and has some scattered papers but that's about all. I found out that I have permission to go to this room anytime I want and so I spent a significant amount of time there this week.
What did I do there? Not much. I picked up a couple of the books and flipped through them but put them back. I tried out the easy chair and one day even took a short nap in the late afternoon sun. I spent a good chunk of time just looking out the window, wondering about the world outside.
See you there!