Tonight I needed an escape from my apartment and took one of my regular paths up around campus. Quite recently the fountain by the TSC was repaired and there was water flowing in it once again. I went and simply basked in the sound of the cascading falls. As the water followed its course and drummed in my ears, I was taken back to a hundred camping trips where I have found comfort in the sound of the rushing river. I could taste the charred and dirt covered hot dogs and burnt marshmallow s'mores. The aromatic fragrance of pine seemed to wash away my cares and worries, though only in memory.How nice it is to have a place of comfort and refuge when so much in life seems overwhelmingly tumultuous.
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