On this occasion I was prepared for sleeping in the open air.
One bivouac is much like another.

When one is weary, a blanket on the ground is just as comfortable as a bed of down under a slated roof.

If accustomed to lie under lace curtains, a tree or a bush will make an excellent substitute.

"Tired nature's sweet restorer" comes quickly to an exhausted frame.

Realities of the past, expectations of the future, hopes, sorrows, wishes, regrets--all are banished as we sink into sweet repose.
At dawn we were in motion.