Light the Way
Sitting quietly, we wait. Watching people slowly file out of the covered recreation shelter in complete silence. My eyes stay focused ahead listening for the last call of Cabin 3 and 4. We rise, take one another’s hands and make our way down the gravel path. It’s pitch black but we aren’t scared, rather reminiscing on our last few days. Taking a sharp right onto the sidewalk lit up by small tea candles. We’re almost there, to the big white pillars that mark the entrance to the sunken garden. We walk slowly down the steep steps, watching that no one falls. Joining the U-formation, waiting for the last group to make their way to the entrance and close us from the rest of the world. Its chilly, wind blowing just hard enough to blow hair into my face. I remove the candles from my pocket and place a paper cover on the bottom of each (to catch the wax). Making as little noise as possible I hand one to each of my campers and take my position in front