[bridges]

the furrowed bed of sand worries again
as it had before, waves left the land


-dispatch


[letting go of the anchor]


...you were holding me like someone broken....


could that line more perfectly describe closing campfire?
i think not.


::sigh::

i love love love it here.
but camp creeps up on me in those quiet moments.
perhaps this is why i understand homesick campers so well.


goodnight darlings.