Tent in the January desert

With the temperature in negative

Hundreds of kilometers away from the hustle and bustle of the city,

There were no street lights

No honking vehicles

No voices of people.

Just a starry sky

A campfire

A tent

A guitar

Some warm clothes

The desert sand

A chair

A close knit group of friends

Hot cups of coffee

A barbeque

And peace underneath the picturesque constellations.