Of Gypsies and Cowboys

I have created myself a new office. In my opinion, it far exceeds the upholstered confines of my past office zone. It has hardwood floor and muted natural light. The open rafters could almost be termed ‘valued ceiling’ and the breeze drifting through could certinaly by likened to central air. Six hundred bales of freshly cut hay lend a sweet and earthy scent, and the fact that I’m the only one who knows I’m here at this moment creates that comforting sense of ‘secret’.
My hayloft office. In times like these….