In the wild I belong

Here alone in the dark the fire crackles. Cool crisp air dances soft like a spiders web along my skin, tracing a delicate path where the fires warmth lacks. A sudden hiss and pop showers sparks like renegade fireflys cutting loose into the night.  Pines tower above, their pitch black silhouette barely standing free of the dark sky that lies like a blanket over the horizons shoulders.  Stars shimmer out of the night, as if there is pure white light behind a black piece of paper with tiny holes poked through it. Mountains draw a jagged line, reflecting back an inverse image in the inky glass lake, making you feel that if you stared at it long enough you may not know which was actually up.  The rush of the stream sounds up the hill, pulling its water and my worries away on its wandering path to the sea.  From the night a long and haunting bugle reaches out, teasing the hair on my neck to stand, a shiver to run down my spine. The majestic sound fades, answered by another call farther off, natures finest symphony playing on through the night.  It is here my heart is home, my soul finds peace.  Hunkering down further into myself as the embers slowly fade and die I come alive with each breath, sight and sound.  In the wild I belong. In the wild, I belong.