Waking up to cold air. Seeing slivers of daylight through the cabin shutters. Listening to the breathing of the other girls around me. Walking outside to a beautiful sunrise greeting me over a lake. Calling sleepy good mornings to other classmates as we walk towards the dining hall. Flying across the lake in a canoe, singing and paddling. Deceptions in capture the flag and the colour blue.
And at night, sitting around the campfire, telling stories or doing impressions. Laughing. Walking warily in pairs back to our cabins after a particularly spooky story. Staying up past midnight and throwing candy across the bunks.
When we finally sleep, it is to the sound of rain drumming on a metal roof and the smell of wood.
16-18/10/13
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