The Intention
Is to sleep in a tent tonight.
That’s The Intent.
The tension is palpable.
I always get nervous when I’m going to sleep
Outside
In the dark
On my own.

Do I sound like a scared little boy? Maybe I am one inside.

Partly I just don’t do it enough to become familiar and comfortable. The uncertainty breeds fear. That’s how it works with almost anything that makes us nervous or scared.

So, I have another intention.
To sleep outside in my tent on a Friday
Through the spring and the summer.
Whether in the garden, or out and about in Kintyre.
Get a habit going.

I’ve gotta help the little boy grow up.

And perhaps help the grown man to become a little boy.