This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Mercer chapter and does not reflect the views of Her Campus.
Peeking out from the dense shrubbery into the lighted, airy open, you can catch a glimpse of what might look like serenity–a peaceful, pensive sort of view, hardly more than a flitting moment of misty sprinklers and hazy night, captured and preserved within the ceaseless span of time.