We lit a wee bonfire and lounged around its orange flames on fluffy mats, staring at the beautiful night sky as the lake gently rocked our floating house.
Miles away from any city and in the middle of a huge lake, the stars hung so low you felt like if you reached up, you could swirl your fingertips through the milky way.
We all hopped into kayaks and onto paddle boards and made our way out to our own little pockets of the lake. Laying flat on your back, it felt like you were cradled in the arms of the world, rocked back n' forth. The waters shushed you like a soothing mother and the stars twinkles and frogs sang a sweet lullaby.
