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run wild starlight



 This week I camped with friends in cedar creekside cabins north along the California coast. A meandering path in the woods ushered us to the rocky shore where the pulsating wind enlivened me with each breath. Brooke and Kristen snapped gorgeous polaroids and I brought my Diana Dreamer along to play with.

At night the knowing moon and run wild starlight shone through the oaks and we gathered around the warm campfire for hours. As we slept the rain fell diligently and when I let in the light at sunrise, rainfall was coming down on the hillside treetops in a soothing rhythmic motion. It felt like the perfect accompaniment to morning coffee and my journal, so I added a woolen scarf, hat, and handwarmers to the composition and settled in.

Soon the sunshine returned with freshened air perfumed with eucalyptus and wild anise and we resumed our beachcombing.

Now I am on my way out the door again for another brief camping trip, this one with Bud, Rave and Gypsy, our bus. There's a crispness in the early morning and evening fall air that is best enjoyed outdoors and I want to make the very most of it. 

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Reader Comments (8)

wonderful, especially the scent anise, bliss. although i'm not a camper myself, i appreciate being in nature so 'get it' in an abstract way lol

October 10, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterMonica {bohemian twilight}

thank you for an incredible experience, truly. xo

October 10, 2011 | Unregistered Commenterkristen

I could smell the eucalyptus from are an amazing writer. Happy Camping to you! xoxo

October 10, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterStephanie

the air did smell so good.

we're going camping tomorrow. :)

October 10, 2011 | Unregistered Commenterbrooke

Mmmmmmmmm. This makes me so happy.

October 10, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterElizabeth

You make me dream. Sounds lovely and beautiful. Pics are great.

October 12, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterSuzanne Williams

love the boots. looks like a merry old time, too.

October 18, 2011 | Unregistered Commenterkeishua

Your prose makes me feel the cold of the beaches of Northern California, where I spent my childhood, creep up on my skin. I can taste the salt air on my tongue. Thank you for taking me back there.

October 19, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterNichole

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