Dreams in Reality

A cloud of dust. That is all I want to leave behind. The sun in the rear view mirror. Wind in my hair. Music from the radio. You in the drivers seat, me with the map. Going wherever the road take us. Ready for all or nothing. You, me and the world. In front of us is long and free road. Behind us all I see is a cloud of dust.

Opening day. The air buzzing of kids laughing, talking and being all excited to start a week at camp. Here and there someone who stands quiet, nervous and still waiting to see if this is something for them. Some screaming when returning campers see someone they recognize. Staff waiting to find out what their next week will be like. Head and foot check. Club sign up. And me.