the moon is stuck in the ceiling, we're swimming through ghosts

For no reason, last night I went to Idaho with Dave. We drove through foggy country streets and stopped when we saw a sign for the site of the Bear River Massacre. We stopped to see the stars and when we got out the sky was alive and glowing with so many stars that we were mesmerized.

We heard howling and beeps in the black distance. We heard drums and music and stared harder into the night. Back in the car we stared reading the plaque, glowing from my headlights.

"This is the sight where hundreds of Shoshone were killed."

We stopped there. We reversed and flew back down the road in the direction we had come. Patches of fog rolled over the silent street in the middle of nowhere. We turned on Radical Face and waited until we were far away to speak.

Then we wondered and laughed and drove and got lost and I did my homework at 3 a.m.

<3 adventures.