nature, old books, and pie. Oh my!

It is amazing how school sucks a lot of fun out of our lives. I've been in school for a whompin 2 weeks now and this weekend I had had it! That itch was comin back....the itch to do something spontaneous, adventurous, and outdoorsy. So I made a spur of the moment decision and Joleah and I drove up to Julian on the beautiful Saturday afternoon that we had. Julian is a cute little town up in the mountains that has amazing campgrounds, lakes, and pie. Oh how they are known for their pie. So long story short, Joleah and I hiked around just kind of making our own path. We layed in the middle of a field, sat on a broken tree, took some pictures, and overlooked the absolutely beautiful creation around us. It was exactly what I needed. The fresh air gives me a little kick in the booty every time. It just makes me feel me again. But the day got even better! Not only did we eat the most amazing pie ever, but there was an old resale bookshop...and I think I fell in love with it. Holy smokes I could stay in there forever. I walked out of that shop with a book titled "Literature and Philosophy", which was published in 1892, and book of poems titled, "Poems that Touch the Heart". I know it sounds cheesy, but that book of poems seriously is touching my heart! I love it. I haven't read one poem yet that I didn't somehow relate to. While we were eating pie I was reading them aloud. Yes...I am that big of a dork. But there is something about reading poetry out loud that makes it come alive. Overall, the day was amazing and just what I needed. Here is one of the poems I read...it's my favorite so far:

"Away"

I weary of these noisy nights,

Of shallow jest and coarse "good cheer,"

Of jazzy sounds and brilliant lights.

Come, Love, let us away from here.

Let us lay down this heavy load;

And, side by side, far from the town,

Drive on some lovely country road;

And, wandering, watch the sun go down.

What time is left to us, come, Love.

The woods, the fields, shall make us whole;

The nightly pageantry above

Our little world, keep our soul.

No peace this city's madness yields--

A tawdry world in cheap veneer.

Out there the lovely woods and fields.

Come, Love, let us away from here.

- Max Ehrmann