camp

Isaiah and I went on camp last week. the kids were wonderful and I treasured the brief familiar escape from the real word into the magic I’ve enjoyed each school holidays since my early teen years. my buddy loved the camera he saw floating around. with permission from its owner, he took dozens of photos, including this one of a ladybug that landed in the palm of my hand.

it’s strange to return home from that world to the same confusion and disillusionment I left behind. I try to remain grateful as I’m forced back into the place in which it feels I’ve been since leaving Lewes. for so long I’ve wished I could keep camp and the life I enjoy their alive in the real world. though I doubt it’s possible, it’s nice to dream sometimes.