TLM ; Crossing The Bridge

Where I go to summer camp, there’s a bridge that links the Near Side (where all the younger girls are) and the Far Side (where all the older girls are) that you have to cross when coming back from dances in The Cage (a group of no-longer-in-use-tennis courts).

What’s really special about crossing this bridge, specifically at night, is ALL the stars πŸ’«

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The clear, summer nights when you’re walking back with your best friends, shoes in hands, and ALL you can see for miles is stars…

It’s honestly just incredible!

Camp is somewhere I’m most myself, and I think about it year-round, but one thing I miss most about my month there is how the sky looks at night.

Although the stars at my house are visible, you can’t see the murkiness of the Milky Way or the glisten of smaller, less well-known stars.

But at Camp, you can see every last star 😍

I love just stopping in the bridge, hand-in-hand with one of my best friends, and just looking at the stars with her 😌

It’s honestly SUCH an indescribable feeling. It’s one of those things where I want everyone to be able to see THAT many stars in the sky.

Maybe seeing the stars means something different to me because I love astronomy, but stars that look like this…

yosemite valley, where i grew up camping

Isn’t that just incredible? 🀩

I don’t know, but crossing that bridge at camp is just one of The Little Moments that makes me stop and realize how lucky I am.

I wouldn’t trade those moments for anything πŸ–€

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