Wednesday, April 2, 2008

P.C.D. Post Camp Depression


The 1st few days coming back into civilization is always the hardest. I find myself staring though the value fields of microsoft access, thinking about the smells of the campfire that saturate your shirt sleeves and lulls you off to sleep. I stand at the water cooler and let my mug overflow with mediocrity whilst longing for the taste salt air, and the cool fine sand that convinces my toes that they need a good burying. I stare blankly as people around me say things that mean nothing in comparison to the moments I'm reliving in my head. All I can do is think about how long it will be before I'm back there again...

1 comment:

Scott Sunaoka said...

wow, that's really deep. i miss camping too...