JOE POOL LAKE CABINS AT LOYD PARK
I’m laying in the grass outside my cabin, looking up, silently thanking Texas for a night of clear skies and spring weather. There’s few things more relaxing than a day at the lake, but this — this is one of them. Stars sprinkle the sky, and although I know many are still hidden from my eyes by city lights, this little oasis allows me to see more than I do at my home in Plano.
My best friend and old roommate is laying by my side, staring at the stars. It’s our first time seeing each other after several months, but we’ve taken a momentary break from the non-stop chatter of catching up to soak in the view: stars above, wind rustling through the trees to our left, the sound of slow but steady waves from the lake beyond our feet.
Honestly, this whole weekend had been one long, fabulous, refresh button. I’d needed a weekend to unplug and unwind, so my genius bestie had suggested a glamping getaway in Grand Prairie. I look back towards our quaint, cozy little cabin, happy to have a bed to return to instead of my regular sleeping bag and tent.
“Yaknow, we should make this glamping thing a tradition,” she says, breaking the silence.
“Without a doubt,” I reply, turning my gaze back to the skies. “One weekend here isn’t enough. Next time, let’s make it a week. Or, we could run away from all our responsibilities and make it a whole darn month.”
We laugh. A girl can dream, right?
Haylle and I fall back into babbling, talking about our ridiculous roommate memories, current situations and speculating on what’s next in ‘life’. I know we’re about to return back to our cabin, then back to the real world, but for now, we’re here — Gazing towards the sky, hoping to see a shooting star. A new tradition, I think to myself. Without a doubt.