Short Call From Scott
The phone buzzed and Scott’s number flashed while I folded Lily’s sleeping bag. He boasted, telling regal tales of his wild evenings, “Vegas is wild.” I hurriedly excused myself while I listened, disgusted by his boasting. I interrupted the talk by saying, “Scott, the kids and I are busy.” As I hung up, a feeling of closure began to seep in. He chose to live a fast-paced life, yet we shared tales, campfires, and an unbreakable friendship.
Short Call From Scott
Campsite Sunrise
We gathered around the campfire to watch the sunrise paint the sky at the first sign of dawn. As we prepared breakfast over the fire in the morning, the sound of the children’s laughing filled the air. “This is fantastic!” Ben yelled, his enthusiasm infectious. As the sunrise signaled not just a new day but also a new beginning for everyone of us, we shared stories and sang music. The moment’s simplicity seemed like nature’s method of firmly anchoring and holding us.
Campsite Sunrise
