September 19, 2022

One More Time

For the second year in a row, we went camping in September, the kids taking a day off school before they’re even just two weeks in, just to prove to ourselves that we can, that we’re not fixed in place, that summer doesn’t end with Labour Day, or that it’s even the only season in which freedom is possible. Cozy in warm pants and sweaters, the campfire necessary because it’s cold, and dark by 8pm, so we sit around it, attuned to something primal, the rest of the world gone, and it’s only us, which is also everything.