Camping in silence
It’s interesting to be an observer of all the noise around me. At a camp ground, I hear bikes from the kids all around, crackling wood from my fire, the distant hum of the exhaust from the many trucks that hauled these RVS into the campground. But I haven’t made a sound except for moving around, opening coolers, unzipping the tent to grab a knife to open the hot dogs. But I haven’t spoken. These are the moments that I love. Where I don’t have to come up with something to say.
