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There's not a day that passes where I've not found something to come undone over. I slight myself from that happiness I've been withholding for the longest time now, and for God knows what reason. So, here are some diary entries I've found in my old journal; I believe these were about camping in Canada last summer.
Day 1:
We arrived half aware and totally unprepared. Exiting the car, the cold air stung much more than our faces, but we couldn't have cared less. The scent of pine and fresh air hung so thickly in the air, it almost seemed to burn my nose. The trees were in abundant quantities and seemed almost misplaced against the peakless cascades. We'd made it to nowhere with no time to spare and nothing to offer. I studied the grains of wood on the cabins floor for a great deal of time. It might have been hours; it should have been hours for how much daylight I wasted. I wonder if I'm alone on the belief that the more distance you put between yourself and your homelife makes all the difference in your appetite for apathy. I guess I'll have to settle for the opinion of only myself, and play it out as though it's a nationwide philosophy.
Day 1:
We arrived half aware and totally unprepared. Exiting the car, the cold air stung much more than our faces, but we couldn't have cared less. The scent of pine and fresh air hung so thickly in the air, it almost seemed to burn my nose. The trees were in abundant quantities and seemed almost misplaced against the peakless cascades. We'd made it to nowhere with no time to spare and nothing to offer. I studied the grains of wood on the cabins floor for a great deal of time. It might have been hours; it should have been hours for how much daylight I wasted. I wonder if I'm alone on the belief that the more distance you put between yourself and your homelife makes all the difference in your appetite for apathy. I guess I'll have to settle for the opinion of only myself, and play it out as though it's a nationwide philosophy.