There are so many diverse environments here, aren't there? [She hums thoughtfully. She'd seen (and felt) snow for the first time not long after arriving her first time. She'd learned what rain felt like, and how the ocean air smelled. The different swaths of land that she'd loved simply for existing were home to even more incredibly wonders.

Every day, it felt like she fell more in love with it.]

Life has a way of working itself out. [It was the sort of like she deserved, and she'd always treasured it as such.]

I've thought about bringing a book with me wherever I go. Pressing the flowers into it. Keeping a collection. There are so many places that I've fallen in love with, but I can't be everywhere at once. I'd like something to remember it by.