There are a lot of things that aren’t wise. And to go on a family overnight trip with hammocks at the peak of the midge season is definitely not the smartest thing to do. We did it anyway – there weren’t that many midges in the forest any more, were there?
But there were. The plan was to hang our four hammocks in a beautiful, ancient pine we knew. The memory of the great tree had apparently grown bigger than reality. When we finally found our way back to the tree, it soon became clear that it would be difficult to set up the hammocks there. Of course I had to try it anyway. The midges did what they could to ruin the project.
It ended in total resignation. It simply was not possible to set up the hammocks in the tree of our dreams. Instead, we found a nice cluster of pines higher up on the hill. Now, I could have written that «shortly after the four hammocks hung among the trees», but it would be to idealise, it wouldn’t be honest, because it took a long time: Soon, one of the hammocks was put up too low, then moments later it would be too high. And you can let yourself fascinate by so many animals, but I have a hard time finding anything fascinating about midges, that is, unless they hover like clouds glistening in the low evening light. Then even I will have to admit that they are actually quite a beautiful sight.
And now, at last, we are hanging here, under the canopy, each in our own hammock. It is odd, strange, like sailing into sleep. I think I can get used to it.
The next morning a wind blows like a salvation through the trees and takes with it the majority of the midges.