I remember dozing, supine, the sky above me. My body was completely relaxed. The stars were so beautiful. Steady points of light in a milky streak. Encircling the sky is the trees,  sharp and black black against a deep navy velvet backdrop. The moon was out of sight.

Chris lay to my left, dozing in the same way as I. “What’s that sound?” I asked.

“What do you mean? The creek?”

“No I hear the water, the other sound.”

“Traffic?”

“No like whooooosh,” I vocalized.

“That’s the wind in the trees.”

So I lay there, listening to the trees rustle and whisper their secret wind language. I wanted to stay awake, watching the stars in their awesomeness. My body was heavy, my eyes tired, blurry. I melted to sleep in the blissful lap of the forest.