camping on Matariki.

It’s late in the afternoon.The moon is just rising, I’m at the beach.I see a fire , the beach owner is telling us to come. I see miss Crosshair approaching us, along with Frank, Nettle and their older sisters.I see their holding bags, their camping bags! were camping! The beach owner is coming and he is saying, “tomorrow is Matariki so were camping out for the night .” The others approached sleepily from their nap. I decide to look at the sea, for it is glittering with the reflection of the stars, a hint of aqua-marine and smelled of saltiness. I turn to see the fire’s tongues, sparking and the smoke drifting to the sky like a dead spirit rising, then I am encountered with the sharp smell of smoke. as I take my sandals off, I feel the sand’s softness but it is freezing cold because of the whispering wind and the sea’s cold water. I am so calm and happy, so I start day-dreaming. After a while, I am interrupted by the murmur of voices. It is the gang saying good-night to each other. They are all sleeping on the sand. I stay outside staring at the glistening stars. Then, something fantastic happens, I stayed up long long enough to see Matariki appear! it was so awesome! I lie on the sand looking back at the fire thinking, “I wonder if Matariki is called different names in different sides if the world”. I think Matariki is amazing, no matter what it’s called. The thing I especially like about Matariki is that it disappears and reappears.