The sun hits the snow and it blinds me like bright lights in a dark club full of sweat and ecstacy. It’s day four of this trip and it already feels like we’ve forgotten ourselves in the rolling hills and curving roads. Never to return, never to remember all those desperate moments when we gave ourselves to the city streets and empty faces and hard concrete. I wish you would stand with me forever and we could watch the cars drive by and let the wind take our souls away. Across the countryside to far away lands. To oceans, forests, and tundras. Lost in the paradise that is our beautiful earth. Morphing with the land to become one. So I take your hand and breathe in that air. Air that is different from the smog we grew up taking into our lungs. Poisoning us from the inside, like the hundreds of cheap cigarettes on hundreds of nights like this. High, alive, and on top of the world. Dreaming of a time when we don’t have to snort drugs to feel this free.
