Each Campfire Lights Anew

With most of the difficult moving agenda items behind me (besides packing, that is...) I've been keen to spend my time with the people who matter to me before I have to leave them.

On Saturday evening a group of us went camping at a friend's farm. We stoked up a large bonfire in her field, drank rum, played jenga and ladder golf as we watched the hours slip away under the stars. When it grew too late and the last of the embers died, we fell asleep in our tents, curled in warm sleeping bags, and dreamed of the future.