The campfire was where I was sad. Listening to the sniffles of the children crying made me miserable. I saw how the campers hugged each other and said there goodbyes. I looked into the dark woods and shadows, as I listened to the councilors singing sad and slow songs. I stared deeply into the fire and watched as the flames slowly died down, the wood crackled and popped, and faded away quickly. I listened to the strum of guitar and the voice of Jordan, as she sang her songs peacefully. I listened to the crickets chirp and the owls hoot from deeper in the woods.