Camping

I just came in from outside. I didn't want to but had to because 1. I had to pee && 2. I have write.

The fragrance in the air reminded me of how much I love being outdoors, enjoying nature and all it has to offer. Not only was I soaking in the sweet fragrance of the beautiful summer air but also the smell of a fresh burned charcoal grill. During the winter I dream of the days I can sit outside and relax with just shorts and a tank top without worrying about cold ass weather and winds that are constantly trying to blow my hood off.

I long for the North Dakota summers, days. Camping...sitting around a bonfire with the best company imaginable. Cooking brats, burgers, steaks, roasting marshmellows, drinking && talking; remembering the past and dreaming of the future...until, "oh shit, is the sun coming up ALREADY? Maybe we should go to bed" Knowing all along, but in complete denial at the moment, that tomorrow...ahem...today, I will go back to VA, to MY real world where paper work overflows my desk, phone calls bog me down as well as tedious tasks that keep me from clearing all the IMPORTANT paper work from my desk. I will soon end up forgetting my sweet surrender as fast as it came and went && dream of the day my next escape/adventure comes along

Today I'd love nothing more than to plot my shit down on a small, quaint piece of land, setting up camp, casting my line...setting it in my handy, dandy pole holder (thanks Grandpa) and watching for the line to tug while we collect wood for a fire and argue about who should run into town to get more ice while the rest of us proceed to grill up our days catch...by this I mean 'sweet, cheap deal at the local grocery store' and drink whatever is cold at the time.

I just miss those times and can't wait to introduce Lily to the wonderful world of nature. No alcohol included!