Trees rustled softly in the wind and crickets chirped. It was a cold night. I trembled under my blanket. The air had a misty, damp smell and the only noise I heard in my tent was the swift shaking of the hood as it swayed in the soft winds of the night.
I pulled the blanket over me, zipped all the windows shut and snuggled to keep me warm. I could not move much either on a airbed as they would bounce and the sheets would slip off exposing the cold top of the bed. Slowly staring into the night sky, making shapes out of the stars visible thru the nets on top of the tent, I must have dozed off into a deep sleep.
The next morning, the Sun shining thru all possible vents in the tent, a pinkish grey color radiated through the helpless tent. The lake across from our tent shimmered with the reflecting light of the sun. Some early birds had already hit the water with their paddle boats and little yachts. I woke up to take in the morning glory and decided to jog. Jog all the way up to the breakfast area. Yeah, it was already 7:30am – thinking all along, “Hope I am not late for Breakfast.”
Some habits die hard!!! Ciao. Pooja
