Music: "Wigwam," Bob Dylan
I was sitting on a rock. The campfire was dying and across from me, Chris and Colin quietly strummed their guitars. Bob Dylan, Ben Harper, and Eric Clapton blinked from in between stray ashes and the flick of the fire. A tilt of the head and suddenly -- stars. Stars like I've never seen before. Every constellation seemed to dance above me, smiling at the warmth and togetherness. In those hours, all that existed was the fire pit and the ten of us, huddled around the fire, roasting marshmellows and humming along with the gentle folk tunes. Beyond the flicker of light on our faces, everything was black, until the silhouette of the tall pines gave way to the deep navy blue of the star-studded sky. It was us, the stars, the fire, and the music.
Camping is delicious.