As the Day Goes
By Catie Cangemni
- Five flaky, brown trunks sprouting green needles. Health, growth, moving upward.
- Twenty six nomads tanned from days in the sun and dirt. Curiosity, experience.
- Three white vans spattered with the dirt of roads less-traveled. Trusty steeds, sanctuary, quiet.
- Six students napping and bent uncomfortably in seats of grey cloth and foam. Exhausted, absorptive, peace.
- Two parks swarming with tales of people-past waiting to be told. Open, conservation, limited freedom.
- Two infinite lanes of a dusty road in the middle of nowhere. Weathered, abandoned.
- Two smiling faces and one large, mobile box singing the tunes of home. Welcome, familiarity, comfort!
- Fifteen nylon bags strung out between trees and pavilions alike. Funny how a football-shaped sheet can be considered more comfortable and home-y than a pop up tent! Relax, swing, ponder.
- Millions of stars dancing, glittering an inky black sky with silver pinpricks. Boundless, fireflies, Heaven.
- One group, once strangers, now best friends living as a cohesive unit. They have traveled, camped, hiked, swam, discovered, learned, and jumped into the unknown together. A family I observe here; people I want to maintain relationships with, continue to grow with. A piece of my heart I will leave here on the roads of reckless abandon we have traveled. Forever will these months live in my soul. Exploration, pioneers, love.