as the old pine fell we sang

Us four girls spent a night away from town in a ramshackle cottage that seemed to have come straight out of a fairytale. We speared marshmallows and burnt them to charred perfection, played Scattegories until we couldn't think straight and enjoyed the pleasant company of each other. Come morning, we tiptoed to the rickety wharf, where our toes skimmed the water and the fog hung over our heads like a blanket. The car ride back to the city was quiet and drowsy. We hugged our goodbyes and promised to do it again.

-Grace