I just spent the better part of an hour outside in the most absolutely perfect weather (to me). A sunny sixty-six degrees with a light, occasional breeze. I have never wanted a hammock more in my life.
The distant sound of a neighbor’s lawn equipment, mourning doves cooing, other birds singing, the breeze dancing in the trees all served to lull me into a peaceful doze.
We have high-back swivel chairs that also rock on our back deck – not as good as a hammock, but suitable for dozing. One could easily forget that the world is in turmoil in that setting, and I did – for the better part of an hour.