Come Meat, Come High Water

John has written a Brocade using the emotion words Apprehension and Peace in connection with the photo below.

Carter turned over and noticed how easily his back relaxed itself into the warmth of his sleeping bag. No cell phone alarms, no responsibilities hung over him through the night. He slept twelve hours and never heard his brother snoring on the other side of the tent. Camping, for Carter, was a supreme form of recreation, an alluring descent into dozing serenity. He lay there, listening to the stillness of the winter forest. Suddenly a scent of roasting meat drifted into the tent. He could hear Rob working with the cook pot. What had happened? They were vegetarians. They hadn’t brought meat to the camp. But the odor was unmistakable. .

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