Longings, two

I would like to go camping. To pack up my sleeping bag and my tent. To select dehydrated foods with which to experiment in my tiny titanium pans. To hike to a quiet, flat spot, set up camp and build a fire. To watch night fall and to keep an eye out for shooting stars. To listen to the stillness and feel the silence penetrate my bones. To hold my flashlight as I fall asleep, just in case. To creep out of my sleeping bag into the chill of the morning, stoke the fire again, and breakfast at dawn. To break down camp, pack up and move out again. Lather, rinse, repeat.