sweet as fuck
Sunday was possibly one of the most beautiful days I ever had. I wish I had my camera, but it would have taken away from the day.
It was a beautiful 75 degrees outside, a slight cool breeze, little whimsical clouds in the sky. Peebles and I decided we needed to be outside, so we drove into the mountains. Got out along a path and just ran. I felt so excited and carefree and warm. We walked along the path for awhile, sad that so many of the trees were still wintery dead looking. The path stopped at a stream, I decided to follow the stream towards the mountains. We came upon two decaying trees with green vines growing on top of them. Behind the trees were rolling yellow hills. We found a spot here and just laid (grammar?) down and let the sun warm our skins.
Days like this make me never want to leave here.
It was a beautiful 75 degrees outside, a slight cool breeze, little whimsical clouds in the sky. Peebles and I decided we needed to be outside, so we drove into the mountains. Got out along a path and just ran. I felt so excited and carefree and warm. We walked along the path for awhile, sad that so many of the trees were still wintery dead looking. The path stopped at a stream, I decided to follow the stream towards the mountains. We came upon two decaying trees with green vines growing on top of them. Behind the trees were rolling yellow hills. We found a spot here and just laid (grammar?) down and let the sun warm our skins.
Days like this make me never want to leave here.