It's nice, this unfussy, easy-going, casual way of living.

Secrets are easier to tell while staring into dying embers and I like sleeping with only the sky as a tent, gazing at the stars until my eyelids fall shut.

I woke up at dawn, smelling of campfire smoke and dew, my bones achy from the hard ground.

No plans, no fuss.

I think that's how summer should be, laid-back and spontaneous whenever possible, with a touch of wanderlust and restlessness for good measure.