A week ago today, I laid still and tried to sleep snuggled and spooning my youngest in our sleeping bags. It was to no avail; however, the time between settling in for the night and first morning’s light was lost somewhere in the quiet evening and early-morning hours as the rain pelted the ground and interrupted the otherwise calm mountain landscape.
I closed my eyes and traveled more than 10 years back to that same location. It could have been that same bunk, I reminded myself. It was what seems a lifetime ago, I realize. I was there in what I can only now recall in a faded dream sans little one nestled warmly against my shoulder.