To the left a sleeping giant rests, laying flush across the lake. He stares straight up into the stars, at once ambivalent and awed, still as a mountain.
To the right we congregate around the campfire, exchanging stories and staring deep into the darkness that surrounds us.
A crack sounds from the woods, a broken twig or crunched leaf.
A crackle springs from the fire, sparks flying into the night.
We are at peace.
LOVE IT!!!!