Sanctuary

I was sitting by a small campfire I had built for myself after everyone else had left the summer place in Michigan. It had been a warm day (by Michigan standards) and the kids across the way had been swimming, playing, boating and skiing. As I worked around the house, closing up for another year I had head and watched them reveling in the day. Now, the sun was just about down and I had lit a small campfire to sit by and rest my weary bones. She stood on the dock, raised her hands high as if some sort of prayer and screamed I don't ever want to leave this place I smiled because she summed up the feelings of many of us as we close up for the summer and head back to our lives in the real world.