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The desire to remain here never entered my mind. The freshly mowed grass only reminded me of the green fields of campus, walking them day after day between classes. There would always be that steady breeze to move my hair and overshirt, both brushing up against my skin like an invisible hand guiding my steps forward. Oak and pine would remind me of the vast variety of flora at the college. I'd watch groups of students studying one, while a separate group of students would be enjoying the cloudless skies by throwing Frisbee discs at each other. Their scent would be drowned out by the breeze, but a warm sensation much like cuddling with a loved one would pass as you walk under their leaves, still warmed by the delicate sunshine shining though it. The paths ahead of me were filled with passing attendees, but each one of them were on their own path, clear as mine. No one stood between me and my destination, yet I weaved in and out of passing crowds. It would seem I wasn't the only one walking down a linear pathway, but becoming lost in the gloriousness that was mother nature. My only regret was that I had left five minutes later than I had planned, and was unable to fully enjoy the splendor around me.

All of that, however, was in the past. Now, I live at home, wishing that it wasn't. There is no sunshine, no wind, and no pleasure of passing the time carelessly on the fields of college. I only waited in the cold, damp and bitter rain to wait for it to begin anew.

-IMSans


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