A Beautiful Night

It was the last week of summer 2013. Like all first time staffers, we wanted to do something ridiculously fun and crazy on the last night. There were only 3 of us; it wasn’t a big group. Just me accompanied by two beautiful souls that I was lucky enough to call my best friends.

“I love the stars.” I told them that past weekend, “I could look at them all night.”

“I love them too,” One of them whispered, and then with a crazy amount of excitement said, “That’s what we should do! On the last night! We should watch the stars all night.”

We made a silent agreement and knew that that’s what we were going to do. We had seen so many beautiful things that summer, it just seemed right that we end it with something beautiful as well.

Thursday night came.

The last night of summer 2013.

No campers were sleeping over, it was only staff.

We saw the opportunity, it was right there in front of us; we grabbed it and held on as tight as we could.

This night would be memorable.

All three of us sat, looking out the window and we waited until we saw the hill stand still and we waited until everyone was tucked away in bed for the night. We ran out of the cabin as quietly as we could and hid around the back.

Lying down on the two blankets we brought, we looked up in awe. It was the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen, the stars were so clear and bright against the black backdrop. There were millions of stars out, it looked like they put on a show just for us, like they knew we would be watching them that night.

We lay there for two hours and talked about everything. I try to remember our exact conversation but all I can remember is happiness. Pure contentment as we lay there underneath the stars. We saw four shooting stars that night, and after each one, I wished that the night would never end. We went back to the cabin around midnight, laughing and filled with joy and love and all I could think was how beautiful of a night it was.