Sun
sparkling on the sizzling sand.
POP! As my
ears come to the surface of the water.
“ONE”! As
Whaea Leana yells across the camp site.
Tingling hot Milo going into my mouth.
Lanterns
lighting up the night sky like stars in the Milky Way.
Investigating
the noises coming from the dry grass.
Guide ropes
getting torn out of the sandy hard surface.
Hot days go
flying past.
Tents
getting messier by the minute.
