explorer.

i didn't really know her too well when she first came over to griggs ... just that chick attached to philosopher's arm ... just a girlfriend ... just a soul. a strange light blue about her that changed wonderfully sometimes in just the right lighting, just the right pose.

i remember staring at her through the smoke of my cigarette, wondering what she thought of all of this ... who she thought of him ... and why she came to us.

that is the very nature of the explorer, you don't know why she's there until she's gone, and you can't have her back. you can't discover backwards. the only thing you can do is move on with her, point and follow and lead and laugh. truly leading her by the hand, she'll end up dragging you.

every night, for the hour or so that they hung with us before dancing off to privacy, i would stare at her through passed smoke and wonder why, grilling her with my eyes and smiling in between. reasons quite veiled, and questions lost wrecklessly to nights. stories unearthed, and anecdotes stolen silently to the stars. you could see the campfire inside of her to warm your heart, and the new prospects on the horizons to excite your mind.

we solved old problems together and still do ... since i learned very quickly to keep up or fall behind.

any night, you can find us on our porch, our couch, our coffeshops ... discovering anything quite new.