I had never really given much thought to my simple life. Things came and went in an instant and you wonder if life had just passed you by, I always thought that. Though I did appreciate many things in my lifetime, the warm summer days when I would just lay out in the sun, let myself bask in the warmth. Though hours would pass and I wouldn't ever have a clue in the world how long it had been. This was mainly because I would let myself get that chestnut brown color all while having my nose stuck in a book.
I could easily kill two hours just laying there reading an entire book. As long as no one bothered me. It almost felt as though time had stopped and the whole world around me and slowed down to a steady small crawl. I appreciated every little thing that was in the hours alone outside reading. I appreciated how beautiful it was, how amazing that God could create a day as perfect as those warm sunny days. Lots of people tell me that my life style isn't exactly normal, and no it isn't, but that's what makes it interesting. For those small hours I pay no attention to worries in my life, to my family, my boyfriend or anything of that sort. I just focus on the beauty that has been handed to me. It's like art, God is the painter and I am the onlooker of his art. I almost feel like I'm in a museum studying what he has put before my eyes. Though I have had my nose stuck in the book for most the time when I take a break I realize how truly amazing the piece of art work is. Only then do I realize that I am a part of it. The clear blue skies, the perfect green grass, the small little bluebells blooming to my right. It all ties together with me. The sixteen year old girl laying in the middle nose stuck in a book, most likely a romance novel, grinning at everything that is folding out before her eyes. The little bees humming off in the distance and the birds chirping in the trees, made it all the more gorgeous. My little cat would end up lying on my back and my glasses would slip to the tip of my nose. My pitch black hair would then be warmed from the sun, falling down around my face as a read or over looked the scenery. It was those days that I found true serenity. Those days that my tropical green eyes would on look the most amazing sights that God would hand to me. Those days I would learn what true appreciation was. The quiet, the hums of different insects and chirps of little animals playing and singing there songs. That's what beauty was handed me. I never knew as I sat there reading that another beauty, true love would enter my life.....