We followed the dirt path leading to the beach.
Deer’s lurking in the trees,
Hiding their faces as they heard the leaves crunch with each new footstep being taken.

The orange peak of the fire was seen through the spaces in between the trees.
The smell of the bonfire filled the air,
While the sound of laughter was heard from miles away.

As we came closer to the water,
Some people gathered by the fire pit,
Wearing sweatpants and sweatshirts to protect themselves from the subtle breeze.

In the background the gentle waves crashed onto the surface.
They washed away the writing that was sketched in the sand,
As they swallowed the rocks and sea shells.

Everybody running freely,
Not a care in the world,
Just one of those nights that will always be a vivid memory.