thank goodness for moonlight
Wrapped like a mummy, nothing visible but a nose. Rustling sounds outside keep us awake. We know it is nothing dangerous, a chipmunk or squirrel, but the sounds are foreign, just enough to keep us alert. Time passes, a few whispers, a few giggles, a shush from the next tent over. The cold seeps in the tent flap, we scoot together to stay warm. Oh no! The cold… We have had too much soda as we reveled in the freedom of the first long summer camping trip of the year. Thank goodness the moon lights our way into the trees.
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