july 1

excerpts from my journal

I don't know if it's the light or the birds that woke me up. But it's barely 6:00 am and everyone else is still asleep. I'm here staring at the trees and the sky out the tent window: the same window I stared out at the stars last night.

It's beautiful and peaceful.
I'm glad we're here.

I got back into my habit of writing in the morning, so all the events of a day are listed under the next day. I know it's confusing, but it works for me, so tough.