Free. Technologically-free all day. Life becomes simple and slow at camp. No phone, no T.V., and no internet. Hours fold into each other after cool dips in the pond, swift rides in the boat, eyes squint against the speed-induced wind. Sun-parched skin. Worn. Lined up on the couch. Readers.
Quiet interrupted by early revelers. Not even dark.
Fireflies blink on and off now that the sky is blackening. Donnell’s Pond dotted with twinkling bursts of light to celebrate our country’s 237th birthday. The evening ends by campfire listening to the deep gurrumph of the bull frogs.