July 12, 2007
Raindrops on nylon
My tent isn't very big. When I sit up, my head brushes against the slanted walls, and there's just room for two people to sleep comfortably. The small size of the tent is the best thing about it, actually, because it keeps everyone but my husband out. If the kids want to play cards on a rainy day at camp, they will go to their own big tent, which holds any number of teenage bodies, or the small wooden cabin where there is a table and chairs.
Although I am extrovert and love being part of a big, noisy, talkative family, I also need quiet time. Having a little tent nestled out beneath the pine trees means I can slip away from the crowd to retreat into my own space – to read a book, write in my journal, take a nap, or cuddle with my husband. On a rainy day, I love to snuggle under an old quilt and listen to the rain hitting the nylon wall of the tent. Often after a dramatic thunderstorm, the sun will come out, and I can watch the play of shadows and sun against the raindrops on the wall of the tent inches from my face.
Posted by jo(e)