The meal was excellent – white wine, sardines, mozzarella with tomato and basil and grilled courgettes.
The sunset was crimson.
The thunder storm electric.
The campsite, if you can call it that, was empty; their bed awaiting at the top of the tree in a wooden cabin.
The rain will play melodies on the roof, the lightning will illuminate their slumber.
The morning will be a fresh awakening, a new day.
A new adventure.
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