Some friends and I took a short and sweet trip to Hoyt Park. We roasted vegan marshmallows (yes, they exist), warmed up the slightest bit by the embers of the fire, and laughed while being mauled by mosquitos. It was a cozy few hours that ended with all of us traipsing through a field, looking at the starts, singing, and dancing.
Nights like this are in demand for me lately. More contemplation and less oblivion.