20/03/2026
Waking up at a campsite is never the same as waking up at home.
The light comes in first.
Not from a window, but through fabric, edges, small gaps you didn’t notice the night before.
There’s always a moment where you stay still.
Listening, figuring out where you are.
Then the small routines start.
Unzipping the tent.
Cool air coming in.
Someone already heating water.
The quiet sound of a stove before anything else is fully awake.
No alarms.
No rush to check anything.
Just a slower start that feels earned, not scheduled.
It doesn’t last long — it never does.
But it’s enough to make the whole trip worth it.
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