Camping and Summer and Stars [Just Write]

I have new hand soap that is infused with wild orange blossom honey, and it smells like a wildflower field on a bright spring day - warm, fragrant, and full of life. It makes me ache for the balmy months ahead. Gwen and I are both chomping at the bit to get into the tent and do some camping.

I have this memory that pops up now whenever I think of camping, and it still takes my breath away. We were sleeping in our tent, all three of us for once, and we woke in the middle of the night because Gwen had to go to the bathroom. We decided to all walk over to the little bath house. On our way back I looked up and literally stopped dead in my tracks. Up in the mountains, away from all the light pollution that unfortunately blankets our area, with the most perfectly crisp, clear skies, there were stars. Not just a few stars across the sky like we normally see, but a blanket of stars so thick, glowing, and numerous that it covered us all.

The more I looked, the more stars appeared, too many to count - so expansive that it made me feel small, but in the best possible way. Galaxy upon galaxy existed above me in that moment, in a way that felt more real then it had before; and I was struck mute. Trav and Gwen had already made it back to the tent at this point, so I lingered only a few more moments, but those moments were filled with the fullness of the universe.