Of Pyros, Clouds, and Prayers

I always enjoy the show in the sky.

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.