Backpack, crochet wrap, and pants - Volcom; boots - Harley Davidson; sunglasses - Le Specs.
Frangelico and Coke on ice, old film cameras with perfect light leaks,
poppies, passports, and a medium-sized brown dog. Twin Peaks, True Detective
and Cormac McCarthy. Long baths with too-hot water, blood oranges in thin
slivers, fire at sunset and spiced tea at dawn. John Lee Hooker, Steve Earle, and
the Black Angels. Silence, dust, and iron chill. Travel plans, estimations of
wonders to come. It’s two days now until we head toward home, and five days now
before we take off for faraway lands, full of things we have never once seen
before.
