Surely feels like camping

034I sleep with the windows open. My blankets and pillows are damp with humidity and spastic deluges of rain pass through the yard. I can hear wet leaves shake off their water as the wind shakes them. The sun punches through the cloud cover, and everything steams in the light. As I rest, the sights and sounds remind me of camping, of nights spent outdoors in the middle of the woods, and other mornings in my life when the daisies reached up so I could pick them.

 

Jenna Beaulieu

About Jenna Beaulieu

Jenna is a writer and fine art photographer who recently moved from the Saint John Valley region to Bar Harbor on Mount Desert Island. She’s a fan of excellent music, homemade gravy, and colored pencils (also, short books and long books, good pens, flannel, and when the June bugs don’t really come out much that year). For more about Jenna and her work, visit her website at www.jennabeaulieu.com