S.W.C.

We're going to keep doing stupid things

until we're done.

You'll think about it everyday

until one day you don't.

It'll always hurt until

one day

it won't.

Eastern Sierra Range

Glacier lakes over 11,000 feet.

Cold and inviting,

every single pore

open and ready to receive

the burn.

Distant sounds:

The constant swoop and curve of the water over rocks.

Sweet treble.

Rocks sharply sliding downwards heavy with age, sun, and the slow movement of the earth.

Muted bass.

The wind snaking through your clothes. Your hair following the notes.

Idyllwild

Silence is deafening,

but our voices carry.

We're covered

in a thin layer of dust

with smoke in our hair.

Pictures or it didn't happen.

You can only take our word for it.

Up on Suicide Rock,

we forget the aches

and breathe deeply.