silly string and laughter
4:45 in the morning
we watched the sun yawn and arise from it's slumber,
greeting the earth
surrounded by the smells of the lake and the **** exhalations.
25 degrees.
fog drifted aimlessly but so purposefully across the glassy water
6:50 A.M.
on the way to scrambled eggs, hash browns, and good people.
i'm 18 now.