Reminded me of the poem Daffodils by Wordsworth.
“I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.”
Although there were no lakes on the pathways I walked; the memory of the beautiful sight is certainly a joyous one.
“For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.”
Every Monday, since the last three years, my son goes for his hour long French tutoring in Princeton downtown. And every Monday, since the last three years minus the really cold and rainy days, I get my hour long walk around the town and the campus. I have visited/toured many university campuses in the US and few in Europe but nothing compares to this small yet quietly beautiful university. It grows on you, beckons you to come and explore the many hidden walkways and gardens, and compels you to admire the architecture, the carvings, the archways and the blend of traditional and modern, so subtly done that it’s almost unnoticeable.
First time ever, I actually took some shots. The images below are from my Android, I guess coming Monday my camera is my walking companion 🙂