I WOKE before the sun was up before the moon closed its eyes before the stars twinkled out when the whole world was just thinking about the new day and everything was purple and magical You were already awake listening to the chorus of frogs dressed waiting You smiled winked and held a finger to your lips We crawled from the tent carefully quietly so we didn’t wake the others
I stretched and yawned You lit the fire smoke coiling up all the way to the top of the pines that stood guarding our campsite black pointy shadows reaching to the sky We sat on a log by the shore sipping hot chocolate from warm mugs listening to the laughter of a loon calling out from the mist
