This is what I love: waking up in a field, watching the sun rise, listening to the birds and sipping black coffee.
The sky is thick with cloud, but the sun has found a narrow opening above the hedgerow. Gold light spilling across the fields. The day arriving without asking anything of me yet.
Perhaps this is why I keep returning to camping: to remember that a morning can be enough on its own.
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