Walden Pond

Walden Pond, an incredulous Heaven on Earth

   I just got done with my homework, and a light bulb just lit. I remembered a year ago, in the beginning of school when we read Walden & Civil Disobedience. It was a mezmerizing experience for me, and it served me some brain stimulation loving. I was drawn to his way of writing. His analogies. His analyzations. Him. I appreciated Ducat for this because he introduced me to an amazing author I probably would have never thought of, unless I saw some pictures about it (Walden Pond) online. In all, I believe Henry David Thoreau was an amazing writer, and an epic part of Literature history. Actually, history! 

So in the midst of putting myself together to turn out the lights after homework, I remembered how passionate I was about setting up a trip to Walden pond. I promised myself I'd visit there not only my teen/young adult years but hopefully I'd take my own children and family there when the time comes. To sit there, and have a picnic, or read Walden while taking in the beauty. Sounds like a plan. And so, I thought I'd have it in "type" of this promise. Promise that I'll one day (soon) visit Walden pond, take a lot of pictures, visit his little cabin, have a picnic on the grass while reading Walden or another book. Lastly, get lost in the forest perhaps? I shall drop bright flowers to remember where the main land was. 

Just typing this is making me excited. I should stop. Because I have to wake up for class at 5 am...as always. So..I'm stopping. Thanks for reading. Goodnight!!!