Under Your Favourite Sky…

…we will go camping. We will go camping somewhere where campfires are permitted and the weather will be fine: nothing to worry about. It will be as if no time has elapsed since we last saw each other. We will all look just like we used to. There will be a clean river nearby, just right for swimming in. We will be perpetually surprised at the idyll. We will think about staying there forever but there will be reasons not to. Reasons that will seem shallow and spurious, and yet will ruin everything.