Cold.

Too many outfit changes.

I remember to eat the avocado.

We talk until the phone begins to cut out on Petrified Forest Road. Something is better than nothing.

The views.

I get worried that I will get hangry and that they don’t know me well enough to be able to tell the difference between real anger and low blood sugar.

I’m glad I’ve allowed myself to be surprised.

Familiar faces.

It could only happen here.

The three of us walk out into the night under the light of the full moon.