These are the weekends where your parents drag you all the way to the middle of nowhere.
These are the weekends where you wave goodbye to your friends and tell them to wish you luck.
These are the weekends where the television in the house you' re staying in happens to have only two channels. Two terribly fuzzy channels.
These are the weekends where you are thankful for remembering to take your camera.
These are the weekends where you walk by the beach and think about your future while gazing at the sea's infinity.
These are the weekends where you read Jane Austen while lying on the grass, in the shade of a cherry tree.
These are the weekends where you and your bicycle discover places untraceable to the map of your brain.
These are the weekends where it's just you; and nature.
