Our campsite was a beauty with a bubbling stream near a railroad track bridge that had not been used in years. The quiet was so encompassing you could actually hear yourself think. The sun smiled at us through a veil of blue sky, white clouds, and a friendly flock of swallows.
We rolled up our pants and waded in the stream, allowing the silt on the bottom to squish between our toes. Occasionally, I would feel a fish nibble, making me laugh. We sat on the edge of the stream and let our city skin soak up the warm sunshine, begging for a reprieve longer than a weekend.
We fell asleep with a kiss, holding hands and wishing tomorrow could wait a few more days.
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