Pecan
And I couldn't fall asleep.
The warmth of my blanket did little to comfort me as I tossed and turned, the events of the past few days swirling around in my head like an endless storm. Frustrated, I gave up on the idea of rest, slipping on a sweater and stepping outside into the crisp night air.
The camp was quiet, bathed in the pale glow of the moon and scattered stars. Everyone else had finally succumbed to the exhaustion of the retreat, their laughter and chatter now replaced by the soothing sounds of nature.
I found myself wandering to a clearing a little way from the main tents, drawn by the serenity of the starlit sky. Sitting down on the cool grass, I hugged my knees to my chest and tilted my head back, letting the twinkling lights above mesmerize me.
This was my favorite part of the retreat...the silence, the calm, the chance to just be.
