this morning #885.

this morning, crowded around a crackling campfire for warmth, way out here in the woods, cradling cups of black coffee while the birds that remained sang to each other all around us, i’m not going to lie. i was inspired. inspired about what? i did not know. i definitely had the urge to do SOMETHING though. something meaningful. something to make a difference. i surveyed my surroundings with a smug sense of satisfaction. perhaps that SOMETHING could have something to do with nature? perhaps i should become a park ranger? nah. i knew myself better than that. in no time at all, i’d grow tired of all the quiet & lose my damn mind. for now though, it was fine.