It's dawn, and the air is chilly. We are not supposed to regroup before an hour. But I can hear the first early-riser getting out of their tents. It's a misty morning, the mountains around are hiding. I walk to the middle of the open space, the place where the fire burns during the day. There are no flames, but I can see some embers pulsing under the ashes.
One Apple A Day #693 - search the ember
One Apple A Day #693 - search the ember
One Apple A Day #693 - search the ember
It's dawn, and the air is chilly. We are not supposed to regroup before an hour. But I can hear the first early-riser getting out of their tents. It's a misty morning, the mountains around are hiding. I walk to the middle of the open space, the place where the fire burns during the day. There are no flames, but I can see some embers pulsing under the ashes.