The campfire crackled pleasantly. Daniel had always enjoyed the sound of an open fire, the sound of the subtle earthy crackle and pops of the logs as they gave into the fires hunger. The warmth of it on chilled dark nights and the light that flickered and gave way to dancing shadows.
He leaned back in his cheap foldable chair, that he very proudly could say he got for half off at academy, and heard the aluminum creek and the dark maroon canvas shift under him.
He was happy, happy to be off in the middle of no where in the crest of night, with no responsibilities looming on his mind. No important project due, no meetings important or unimportant, no curfew placed on him by the nessatation of adulthood, and best of all….no ex wife.
His life had taken a turn of the exaparasational stressful the day he and Amy called it quits. Dealing with dividing the house, and the cars and the debts was hard enough, but then there was Sarah. Sarah was thier adopted daughter, a perfect little athlete who played every sport she was allowed admittance too. Softball, soccer, track, you name it, if it had a practice meet she was involved. That made alot of back and forth for Daniel. He was happy to do it of course, but as with almost everything involved with adulthood, it came bittersweet.