Fireflies, Ghost Stories and Campfire Coffee
Our cars pulled up to Trout Pond and we hiked back along the lake to the campsite. We pitched our tents around the campfire site like alcoholics circling up for an AA meeting. The moon, stars and fireflies reflected on the water as we held hands and said the Serenity Prayer hand in hand. Newly blossoming sober trans femmes began to take turns tending the fire.