Camping, the only blue we saw...
well I saw it, no one else was paying that much attention I think.
They were busy being pyromaniacs.
Fire is fascinating to kids.
I'm pretty sure they burned everything they touched in the fire ring, p.s. plastic bakery containers reek when afire.
I kept my focus in the sky.
Plus, the impending rain both scared and excited me.
I don't pray often in the biblical sense (long story).
But, this day I had just wished that it wouldn't pour in the middle of the night, then drip through the tent and soak us...it happened before!
Then I looked up in the sky and had a feeling I was being heard.
A small wish, granted.