I was reading The Daffodils by William Wordsworth, and since girl's camp is coming up, I thought of the mountains. I saw the grassy hills, the expanses of water, the trees, the universe laid before me, the canyon the mountains the sky, everything so grand and huge, but so many tiny details. I saw the beauty and the memories and I missed it. You cannot believe how beautiful it is. Sometimes you feel like you're in a novel. Sometimes it makes you want to write a novel or a poem (especially me because I like to do that).
Sometimes the "simple" things in life are the most amazing. Some days you're satisfied with sitting in the grass or floating in the pool, and maybe it's summer fever (seriously, it's 100+ where I live), maybe it's life getting complicated, but it is so...wonderful.
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