May 2015
The smell of the lake
The green of the grass
The white of the sand
The blue of the sky
I miss the water splashing in my face
I miss the grass tickling my toes
I miss the warm sand cradling my back
I miss the sun shining bright in my eyes
The green of the grass
The white of the sand
The blue of the sky
I miss the water splashing in my face
I miss the grass tickling my toes
I miss the warm sand cradling my back
I miss the sun shining bright in my eyes
There's a man made lake in the middle of the mountains near where I live, it's beautiful. I used to go there almost everyday but now I don't have a car and I honestly miss the fun I had there.
