It's nights like these that I long for the silence and serenity of a remote mountain campsite
where the bright light of the moon is the only light to guide me through the dark of night
The quiet stillness scares some, but it is one of the few things I truly long for.
The crisp night air stings my senses with the scent of evergreens and damp pine ridden earth.
Staying up late by an ever stoked fire, never letting it cease just to continue talking and stargazing then you come to realize it's 2am
Crawl into your tent and a cool sleeping bag, nestle in
wake up early with the sun beating on the nylon home you have for the next few days
Your nose stuffed of smoke and dirt
Hair smelling of campfire smoke
but you don't dare wash it for you enjoy the smell
You want to wear it as long as possible as if it were the perfect perfume
You never notice how little sleep you've gotten because the euphoria won't allow it, there's so much to do for the day
Hiking to find the perfect vista,
Finding your way thru the lens of your camera then realizing you don't know where you are
Caring not that you've lost your way because you have wonderful photos to bring you back to that moment once your back in confines of the wood & nail home you inevitably must return to
Stumbling upon the perfect swimming hole
Jumping in knowing that the next feeling is a gut wrenching splash and a quick swim to escape the temporary torture you chose to put your body through
Always worth it, so you do it again
Cursing the days end, then quickly it turns to praising the glory of the setting sun
Then setting up next to the fire to start the cycle allover again
The trip is never long enough so as soon as you leave you dream of your return
I can't wait to smell like fire and dirt!
If you don't like it, plug your nose.
I'm going to waft it closer to mine.
Ahhh I love it!
~*Amber*~
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