Excerpt from my nature journal::
A damp chill fills the air as the sun sets in soft pastels across the shores of the lake.
A fog has settled in among the nearby field of native wild grasses.
The fires crackle in a rhythmic chant and the smoke does it's best to keep the mosquitoes at bay.
It's almost dark now, that time just before pitch black when you really can't see anything except...
Across the campground, flashlights dance like fireflies as children settle into their tents playing shadow puppets. Mine included. Good night my loves.
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