Mar 21, 2012 1
The idea came about naturally, triggered by the onset of sun and warm weather.
“Want to go camping?”
Just like my feelings with large bodies of water, I am hesitant but still curious.
Spontaneity is our structure. We are free. Why not go out on a Tuesday?
Letchworth was still so sparsely populated. Camping hasn’t crossed their minds yet.
Upon the peninsula of the small lake, layers of amber pine needles were gentle under my bare feet.
Spring-colored sunlight projected blues and greens with a clarity unseen for months.
The fire is the evening activity, here.
The volume of the insects around us was unbelievable. Even in close proximity, our voices were raised to chat.
Morning; cool and so slow. Another fire.
Rail bridge and waterfall below. Height and breadth could swallow a tall building.
Thank you for these gifts.