Searching in the darkness, running from the day...
Hiding from tomorrow, nothing left to say...
Victims of the moment, future deep in doubt...
Living in a whisper until we start to shout.
We're creatures of the night.
In the evenings, we listened side by side to night crawlers and creatures and stayed dry and warm as a rain shower found us on the second night. The splatter of droplets on the tent lulled us to sleep instead of keeping us awake and shivering under a tree. Life had never been so good.