A Camp in August
My in-laws do this every summer, gathering as many of us as they can for a weekend of makeshift camping at their home in the country. We all bring food and beer, pitch our tents wherever we can and catch up. The kids run and scream...and scream and run and scream some more—until fireworks and roasted marshmallows settle everyone down.
And the night comes.
And the winds howl.
And sleep dissolves our tired souls.