That morning, the sun slowly emerged from behind the horizon, bathing the sky in a warm golden color. The air was still fresh with dew remaining on the leaves, and the scent of the sea was carried by the gentle breeze. Shorebirds flew low, while the sound of the waves rolled in quietly - quieter than the day before.
Adora, Eric, and Sam begin tidying up the small makeshift hut they built last night. The tent is folded, the blankets are dried briefly and then rolled neatly into a bag. The remaining embers from the campfire are buried in the ground, and the leaves from the bedding are collected so as not to pollute the surroundings. There was a calmness in their small busyness, as if their bodies knew that peaceful moments like this would rarely be found.
"It's crazy, sleeping last night w
