02/20/2026
An ode to our Zephyr Tent…
A breezy window right above your head,
where morning spills in gold instead of dread.
The Zephyr’s eye—your private patch of sky—
turns tent walls into “look how big” and “why.”
At night it trades the sun for scattered stars,
no ceiling on your wonder, no more bars.
And when rain taps its rhythm soft and true,
cool air drifts in—then sleep drifts in there too.