heat,
and sticky bugs
hot skin air not moving
when we went to bed.
two in the car.two in the tent.
by morning,
four in the tent,
each pulling a corner
of the same
down comforter
to their own corner.
and then,this.
we woke to this.
blue skies,
and rustling leaves so loud
we had thought
all night long
separately in our sleeps,
that it was a hard rain
falling on our tent roof.
in the morning,
the noise was downright
glorious,
rather than the ill portent
it had seemed for most of our sleeping hours.
::
so much to say about this day,
but for now, sleep.
xo,tt
