desert of austin.

there hasn't been such an overwhelmingly calm night of maker's mark, beer, and this heavy breeze since i can remember.

explorer, desert person, and myself just drove through austin, windows down. they talked in front while i closed my eyes to the wind on my face and listened to the near mumbles of boston memories. having him here brings boy back in such a different way. it brings the boy of video games, pot, music, and that smell of wind through ripped screens of griggs.

the windchimes are in full swing, and morning never seemed so far away while sitting in the backseat watching friendships rekindle and remind.