A Selfish Livejournal Entry (the kind made for the author, with no thought to the reader)
Mmmm...
Life is good.
Yesterday, I took a hike with Sam in the hills behind my house. It was one of those warm, summery days, with an occasional breeze making the tall grass ripple and wave as if mysteriously liquefied on the side of the hill. Here and there were strands of dark purple flowers, shaped like little upside-down bells, adding small pinpricks of color. We hiked for a while, following tiny trails made by cows and deer that forced us to walk single-file. Red-tailed hawks and turkey vultures soared lazily overhead. Oak trees stood like gnarled denizens of the landscape, with clumps of mistletoe hanging off their branches. We eventually stopped, and spread a blanket under the shade of one of these guardians, making an indent in the sea of grass by smooshing it under our hiking boots (or sneakers, in his case). And then, we sat and talked, taking off our shoes and socks to let our toes wiggle in the fresh, seasoned air. Little, green, hopping bugs and a few inchworms crawled onto our blanket, but we just shooed them off. It was like a haven, underneath the branches of this tree, surrounded by tall grass, slightly on the side of the hill so we could see the view to the east of more oak-studded green hills. Plainly put, it was beautiful. Everything was beautiful. Lying under the branches of the tree, we talked, joked, kissed, and generally had a good time. It was intensely peaceful. There's something about nature that just enhances the senses: the abundance of things to be sensed, I suppose. I love it, all of it, the wild excess of nature. I experienced that content feeling, the emotion where one feels completely safe and carefree for a period of time.
Some people see love as a weakness. I've never felt stronger.
And then, afterwards, we went over to Tristan's house to his Derby party. Our arrival was rather conspicuous, since the party had been going on for several hours and both our parents had been there, obviously without us. But no matter. Tristan, Caitlin, Sam, I, and several other younger and louder individuals made fools of ourselves for a period of time. It was fun. And then, we played video games. Who'd've guessed? It was also fun.
I wish all days could be as simple and as happy.
Life is good.
Yesterday, I took a hike with Sam in the hills behind my house. It was one of those warm, summery days, with an occasional breeze making the tall grass ripple and wave as if mysteriously liquefied on the side of the hill. Here and there were strands of dark purple flowers, shaped like little upside-down bells, adding small pinpricks of color. We hiked for a while, following tiny trails made by cows and deer that forced us to walk single-file. Red-tailed hawks and turkey vultures soared lazily overhead. Oak trees stood like gnarled denizens of the landscape, with clumps of mistletoe hanging off their branches. We eventually stopped, and spread a blanket under the shade of one of these guardians, making an indent in the sea of grass by smooshing it under our hiking boots (or sneakers, in his case). And then, we sat and talked, taking off our shoes and socks to let our toes wiggle in the fresh, seasoned air. Little, green, hopping bugs and a few inchworms crawled onto our blanket, but we just shooed them off. It was like a haven, underneath the branches of this tree, surrounded by tall grass, slightly on the side of the hill so we could see the view to the east of more oak-studded green hills. Plainly put, it was beautiful. Everything was beautiful. Lying under the branches of the tree, we talked, joked, kissed, and generally had a good time. It was intensely peaceful. There's something about nature that just enhances the senses: the abundance of things to be sensed, I suppose. I love it, all of it, the wild excess of nature. I experienced that content feeling, the emotion where one feels completely safe and carefree for a period of time.
Some people see love as a weakness. I've never felt stronger.
And then, afterwards, we went over to Tristan's house to his Derby party. Our arrival was rather conspicuous, since the party had been going on for several hours and both our parents had been there, obviously without us. But no matter. Tristan, Caitlin, Sam, I, and several other younger and louder individuals made fools of ourselves for a period of time. It was fun. And then, we played video games. Who'd've guessed? It was also fun.
I wish all days could be as simple and as happy.