I miss camping.  When I lived in Wyoming we would go camping almost every weekend.  I must go soon.  I’m beginning to forget the feeling of not wanting to get out of your sleeping bag because its freezing outside.  The smell of the dew on the pine when you wake in the morning.  The sight of the sun gleaming in between the trees.  The sound of the fire crackling as i roast my marshmallows for smores. The fear of hearing noises outside your tent and not knowing what caused the sounds.  Mostly, I think I just miss the freedom of the wide open.  I have come to love the advantages of the city i now live in but part of me still wishes I was back in the country where all my problems seemed to vanish.  I felt my insignificance in the great scheme of the world while camping and I appreciated it because I felt free to do what I wanted.

Sorry for being overly nostalgic.