for steve, forever ago.

i went home and called steve back. i met steve here the first time i lived at the grand canyon. we became friends because we were unhappy loners who thought we were better than everyone and listened to good music. luckily, our friendship now has evolved past this initial connection. we're also happier and less proud, in general. he went to school in pennsylvania so we'd often meet up at concerts or he'd come to visit from time to time. he moved to LA after college and i would see him once a year, usually. my favorite of these times was the night we stayed up drinking ridiculous amounts of guinness and watching a whole season of the office. a few months ago he moved from LA to pittsburgh. this is one of the reasons i'm most excited to come home. anyway, on the phone, we talked aspens. so i drove to take pictures of aspens. humphreys had its first layer of snow. i cried. i hid in a forest of aspens. i cried. i drove into a field and watched the moon rise. i cried, again.