Sunday, July 1, 2012
It was one of those nights when the humidity got the best of us. When we laughed and watched the fireflies wink at us in the open field. We may have been terrified of crawling under the electric fence, but everyone clapped when we made it. And maybe it wasn't the best idea to go walking in a field at dusk where thistles were willing to nip at our open toes.
It was one of those nights when we decided to sleep under the stars at the mercy of rain. We lay in a circle where laughter was the only language we knew of. Four different conversations going on at once and songs we made up about trees.
It was a good night, one of those summer nights.