My morning camp moment in time

My morning Camp moment in time

I see the fog slowly drifting through the small gap in the tent.

I hear the first whispers of the people around me.

I smell the fresh grass outside.

I wonder when we will be allowed to go outside to play.

I feel the soft nudge of the other people in the tent.

I taste the dry morning air.

I see the first people quietly getting out of their tents.

I hear the yawning of the others.

I smell the disgusting smell of the tent.

I wonder what the day will be like.

I feel the soft breeze hovering over me.

I taste last night's dinner.

Then finally I stood up and got out and enjoyed the day.