Camp.

Not really sure how these two things correlated, but today at church, i was looking at the stained glass widows. It had been a gray, dreary morning (the best) and the effect it had on the windows was phenomenal. Along with the music we were singing and it was pure bliss. The strange part, i had the biggest desire to be at camp and i have been thinking about how wonderful it will be all day long. Oh, summer, go on and hurry up your arrival, please.