You will have built up for yourselves a wonderful store of memories which will not leave you as long as you live: memories of sun and wind, of the songs of birds, the patter of rain upon the leaves and the smell of the warm, wet earth: memories of white, dusty roads, clear streams and cool, shady places: perhaps, too, of dark clouds and great winds: but, most of all, you know that you will remember the sparks rising from your camp fire and the small circle of flickering light keeping the darkness at bay.
You will have built up for yourselves a wonderful store of memories which will not leave you as long as you live: memories of sun and wind, of the songs of birds, the patter of rain upon the leaves and the smell of the warm, wet earth: memories of white, dusty roads, clear streams and cool, shady places: perhaps, too, of dark clouds and great winds: but, most of all, you know that you will remember the sparks rising from your camp fire and the small circle of flickering light keeping the darkness at bay.