What are you doing besides playing on the Planet?

[Kenna]

Just got back from walking a sick dog... I'm stunned, in awe at how beautiful the lake is in the moonlight. Glass still as if you could shatter the surface with one word, moonlight so bright it's making the shadows of trees caress the water and a thin veil of mist rise to soften the edges of the sharp shoreline, the air slightly cold enough to just sting your cheeks, the deep dark blue of the water that's so unique it makes you think it's an event horizon to another world, the only ripple is from a tiny frog protesting my presence on the dock, there's an owl gliding over the beach and a Whippoorwhill off in the distance, a tiny rustle in the woods from chipmunks or colorful Carolina lizards trying to find a warm spot... And on my walk back to camp, the air is full of wild flower and pine needle scent. The sky is this wildly deep, rich color of blues and almost midnight-purple that it makes you want to turn your face up, close your eyes and breathe it all in.
I'm falling in love with this moment as the Whippoorwhill sings to me and the air kisses my cool skin.

Then I trip over the dog on my way back to the camper.