Climbing into my sleeping bag all I could feel was the dust on my feet and the sunburn on my face. I was happy. My hammock rocked softly in the wind and I could hear the crackling of the dying fire and Max’s speaker playing just a few feet away. There’s something about lying under a starry sky with light breeze blowing across your face that makes all your worries melt away. I wasn’t thinking about school or work or money or insecurities. I thought about how big the sky above me was, and how small we were, here in this canyon, surrounded by red sandstone walls with the Colorado river winding past our dusty campsite. My body naturally wakes up to a pink and orange streaked sky, I grab my came
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