Sleeping in the outside

Tonight a storm rolls in.

I’m stuck in mud, buried for the night.

It’s getting late, and the storm settles in to the air. A steady rhythm comes to the sounds that surround my van. Connie is protecting me entirely, I am not only safe from the rain and the cold but I am cosy in it, snuggled down under the noise of the rain and wind, sunken deep into my shelter.

I always enjoy stepping out the next morning and seeing what changes the weather will have done to the place I fell asleep in. Shifted trees, fallen branches, but always the smell of fresh air. Its wetness drops to the bottom of my lungs, and that feeling of life on my skin stays with me all day.

I'm glad to sleep in the storm tonight.