In the morning, they ate breakfast wrapped in their blankets.

The first butterfly opened its wings on a leaf beside the stream.

Then another.

“They're getting up,” Sophie said.

“They don't have to pack.”

They shook out the tent, rolled the blankets, and checked the grass for anything they might have left behind.

Sophie lifted the faded backpack onto her shoulders.

“Ready?”

Wind took one last look at the valley.

“Ready.”