songs

your hand in mine

it's a group of friends in the middle a desert in nevada in the dead of night. they all have blankets around their shoulders. they're surrounding a small campfire, talking. listening. laughing. thinking. looking. looking at the stars, looking at the fire, looking at each other. they're all comfortable being who they are and comfortable with the people surrounding them. it's a beautiful thing, they think. and each one of them knows that this won't last forever, and they're okay with that. because they know that they will always have this night. that nothing can take that away from them.

 eventually, they all get up and dance, making up their own music as they go. after they're all breathing heavy and have the sun in there eyes, they kind of just sit down and look again. this time, though, without speaking. just observing and basking in this moment. because they will never have this again. 

after a while, all of them fall asleep in their sleeping bags with the dying fire next to them and the stars above watching over them. and they all have calm dreams and sleep with a smile on their chapped lips. because they all know that tomorrow, they will have to say goodbye to one another. but they will never ever say goodbye to this night.