I sit and I ponder, attempting to come up with an inventive way to describe my memories of this day. Yet the words seem to escape me, formulating solely in a feeling of longing, a feeling of joy. A want to return to the magic that I felt while walking throughout these fields. A pale blue sky filled with clouds, white as snow. Endless fields of waist high grass, a mixture of browns and yellows and greens. Pools of water perfectly still, providing a mirror for the beauty to reflect itself off of.
Woodruff Lake reached on in the distance and life seemed to pop out of every nook and cranny. I could hear the tweets and calls of different birds accompanied by the buzzing of bugs. I close my eyes and I am there again, lost in the majesty of an escape from civilization.