S’mores by the campfire.
Every summer at the lake, the kids gathered sticks while Grandpa built the campfire. The marshmallows went in golden, sometimes flaming, and came out squished between graham crackers and melting chocolate. One breath of Marshmallow and Graham Cracker and I can hear the fire crackling again.
Marshmallow · RiverstoneGraham cracker · Matte sand jasper
