Smoke

The smoke floats through the air lazily, creating a slowly denser cloud above our heads. Even though there is a lot of it, a wind could easily blow it all away. The whole campground smells of the stuff, well, that and pine needles, which cover the ground, be them dead and brown, or alive and green. I notice these things while sitting around the fire at night with my family, extended family, and friends, all talking about our experiences of the day and politics and generally just having a great time. I miss these times as they decrease in amount.