Into the Wild

My feet crunch across the leaves, the smell of moss and ferns filling all my senses. I collect sticks and branches off the forest floor, my eyes searching for more than just fuel. Inspiration. A fire to be made, food to be cooked, songs to be sung.

The clearing in the forest is now filled with friends, laughter rustling amongst the branches. Souls dance under the bunting and fairy lights, the fire crackling, the guitar strings playing their own melody. The smell of the grill brewing rumbling stomachs, beetroots and garlic bulbs roasting in the hot coals, the fat of the meat dripping and spitting into the flames. An evening like no other, an intimate gathering, a world away from the city, a dance away from midnight. They danced and sung beneath the stars and told old stories to the fire. The owls echo, natures calling, telling us we can come here again.