"Pleasant it was, when woods were green and winds were soft and low, to lie amid some sylvan scene, where, the drooping boughs between, shadows dark and sunlight sheen alternate come and go..."

The other day I had my afternoon free so I went for a long walk by myself just south of campus on all those roads that I used to spend so much time walking on.  The blocks are filled with houses and old apartment complexes, and the roads are lined with trees.  And beyond that, there are parks here and there with plenty of grass to lie on.  And believe me, I have spent hours and hours laying on that grass.  Where I live now I feel so far away from something homey and comforting like grass and parks.  The streets this side of town are not lined with trees, either.  It's amazing how much I've missed just spending time outside on the grass while looking at the sky.  I'm thinking it would be hard for me to be a city girl for long.  I'm all about country, I think.

Anyway. That's a long way of saying that one of my very favorite things is to be outside.  Walking, laying on grass, staring at the clouds or stars... you name it.  I felt a pang of sadness, when I was laying on the grass with my eyes closed, enjoying the warm summer breeze, as I realized that summer is just about over (as much as I do look forward to that) and there will be no more days of sleeping in the sun or nights on the grass and talking.  I miss it already.

May, June, July, August, and September... so full of memories. 

And now comes fall.

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Ps. The title is from a prelude Henry Wadsworth Longfellow wrote.

That poem has about 16 more stanzas, all equally wonderful, so google it and read it.