It was the end of a beautiful day of climbing mountains, right before the squeaky zipper sang its tune to open the tent door and weary hikers collapsed into thick cozy sleeping bags and succombed to the lullabies of the crickets.
Spitting crackling flames devoured sticks and leaves, mini-flumes of copper gold and burning heat defrosting those hikers who huddled, chilled, bundled, and layered, around the tiny campfire. Twisting metal clothes hangers into tongs to poke and stoke marshmallows, they held them suspended over the fire to toast.
Squeezing their half-charred molten marshmallows between two graham crackers lined with Hersheys, they bit into their gooey desserts, engulfing their tastebuds in momentary ectasy. It was tradition, yes, but more than that. This was the first stage of turning their bodies off for the night.
What are your s'mores? That is, at the end of a long tiring day that has wound you up, how do you treat or relax yourself to wind down from stress before you go to bed...so sleep comes readily?