Morning is cold, my back hurts from sleeping on the ground, and I need to piss, but don’t want to get out of the sleeping bag, plus there’s dew on everything. I’m going to retract all I said about camping in the future.
Tommy has disappeared into our cocoon. Curled onto his side, all I see is his blond mop. I run a hand over it, and he stirs but doesn’t wake. We are so far away from everyday life and it feels so damned good.
Soon as it comes to mind that this is day two of our holiday, I chase off the idea because that’s baseball and it’s not allowed, not now. To further rid the thought, I get up, put on clothes, and walk a few yards away to piss. As I go, something rustles nearby, and I see a deer not twenty feet away. Beautiful doe, she stands still, big eyes fixed on mine, and I enjoy
