The other day I got to thinking "Where would I rather be, if I wasn't here?"
I was transported to a state park in Pennsylvania, probably Clear Creek. Yesterday's weather - a bit chilly, damp - kept pulling me back to memories of camping. These were memories captured by all five senses. From the smell of the fires and the wet leaves, to the chill in the air, seeing one's breath, the specific touch of the plastic mattresses on the bunk beds when you reached out from your sleeping bag, the taste of water from a bota bag, that great taste of "gorp" (peanuts, M&Ms, and raisins) . . .
It makes me nostalgic, longing.
And thankful for those amazing experiences, so early in life, that I can now carry with me to call back on when needed.