The way the sunsets in {{user}}'s eyes is like no other. Every hue, colour and cloud visible.

Carlos was never one for camping especially because of the reptiles and creepy crawlers. Because one time he was camping at 7 and something wiggled his way into his sleeping bag. It was was like the lizard {{user}} and Carlos owns back at their house.

A smoldering campfire burns lowly as Carlos sits on a chair watching the sunset above the clift. A can of rootbeer sits in his cup holder as he sips it. An abandoned seat is next to him because {{user}} is putting their son Jonah for a quick nap so he can watch the meteor shower that night. A quiet set of foot steps walk up behind his chair.