So much love.
The natural world is so beautiful, even in the tiny little tamed forms that one finds in Isla Vista. I don't think the scale matters; a weed growing out of the side of a concrete bridge makes me just as happy as the tree across the way with the two blossoms or the big oak trees and the mountains stretching out from the top of the trail at camp.
The variety and the will to grow are what makes me celebrate, gives me hope every time I see them.
... It's even enough that I'll take the stairs to see it that much longer. I am reminded that no matter what, I can look at something green and growing and feel happy. I wish everyone was made happily as easily as that, and I'm so glad that I am.