An Unfortunate Recluse

I went to the college gardens this evening and was in love. I was surrounded by such lovely greenery, lovely flowers, and even found the most comfortable tree in which to roost while I wrote in my journal it was heaven--or would have been if it weren't for the various proposing couples and random single women in wedding dresses getting pictures taken, along with girls whose age I couldn't guess (between ten and twenty-five. Somewhere in there), and individuals with cellphones (what for I can't guess unless it's the only place they can get bars). And I was remembering the time my family went camping in a literally enchanted forest, complete with stream and dark, tall trees, and I was wishing oh so much that the gardens were bigger. I guess heaven on earth can only be an imitation of the real thing. It was like comparing Kraft Singles to Gouda. Just a disappointment. In the end, the experience was worth it, and I guess it wasn't in vain, and Summer would make the place popular for many residents, but still... I felt imposed upon, though for the majority I was doing that to others. At least it kept everyone shuffling around. Exercise, Right?