I was curled up in my warm blankets and listening to the wind goof around outside. I thought about how much I hate the wind, hoping it would calm down when I had to go to school. I think I suddenly thought about tents and sleeping bags on the side. I wondered how they were doing at that moment. I wondered if they were warm and how they fared in the wind. I was wondering how they ended up there and whose fault it is. I wondered why there wasn't a simple solution. The next morning, as the bus approached the camp, instead of counting the tents and sleeping bags, I tried to look at their faces and reflect on how they had arrived