And so the death of something once filled with life is certain. The place in which I spent many a summer, has now officially closed it's doors and will be turned into something new. When you attach a memory to possessions and things, there is a form of grief that finds you when you discover it's absence. No matter how much you tell yourself to be logical about it, emotions have a way of creeping to the surface to find themselves mixing with memories. Reminiscing Indulging in the moments that live only in our memories. When your cabin is still awake well into the morning hours, recalling the events of the day; laughing over the pranks played; revealing the names of the boys we had crushes on; eating the candy we hid away from our counsellors. The late night toilet runs across the fields, trying desperately not to wet yourself because you are utterly afraid of the dark and all that may be hidden behind the trees. The storms that kept us awake and found us sharing