The clock hits 7 AM and the wake up bell sounds. A few loud notes on the trumpet are played and I awake with the knowledge that my day will be littered with goodbyes.
I was especially slow getting ready today because I didn’t want the further reality of this day to become the truth. Finally I step into the dining hall, grab myself a cup of hot cocoa, and sit by the fires, conversing with my friends.
Breakfast begins and I slowly ooze through my meal. Breakfast ends and bunk chores indifferently follow. At last the time for farewells arrive and I give and receive hugs and back pats until all of the campers have left.
I go through the rest of the day in sluggish inactivity.