What if the Sun, capsized and sinking into the faraway horizon, was the last thing you saw before you closed your eyes and fell to sleep?
Through the night you might wake up once or twice; startled by the sound of a bird flying overhead, or the wind wrapping its fingers around the rocks you’ve sheltered by. When your eyes open, in that half-asleep dreamy state, you remember that you’re sleeping outdoors. The sky – in great folds of the deepest blue you’ve ever seen – is a mass of pinhole stars, littering the darkness.
The line between dreams and reality becomes blurred, when you sleep outside.