Evening Track Camp

The darkness rolled across the wooden deck in a flash, and the terrace wind started humming! I grabbed my trusty copper coin off the coir mat and rolled it straight into the recessed aluminum groove of the sliding door. Wedging it upright against the bottom corner jamb made an unyielding metal barricade! I plopped down flat on the metal runner, hooked my boots right against the coin's bottom rim, and leaned my back into the warm glass panel. Warm indoor lamplight beamed right through the glass, wrapping around my shoulders like a fiery blanket. Haha! No chilly breeze can touch me here—time for a solid warrior recharge!