By the campfire on a balmy summer night

Visiting friends back home in the lower Murg Valley, we sat by a campfire late into the balmy summer night. It reminded me of my youth, when there was always a tent pitched in some meadow or other throughout the summer holidays. My friends and I drifted between the quarry pond or swimming pool, the camp, and brief stops at home. In my memory, those sunny, humid summers seemed to last forever.