It has been above seasonal here. More summer than spring like. Today was cooler and rainy and my first thought stepping out doors this morning was camping. This weather reminds me of camping. There is always a much cooler day. A day when it is going to do nothing but rain. A day that will pass extremely slowly because there is nothing else to do but sit under the tarp and play cards. A few hours later my friend picked me up and commented on the weather and I told him it reminded me of camping. A smile crossed his face and he said yes it does! Reminds me of my annual fishing trip. It always got cool and rained. This kind of day brings back many, many memories of huddling under a tarp at a picnic table struggling to keep a fire going, staring off into the forest, listening to the rain hit the leaves and the hiss of it hitting the fire. It brings back memories of warm sweatshirts, the loamy smell of the woods, the silence and resignation that not much was going to happen that day. It isn't an unhappy thought it's more of a wistful one. It is peaceful. It calls to me. I can't wait to go again, ju |