Idaho | Josh Ritter

Last night was spent with an old friend. The high school kind.
It was spent reminiscing and giggling and comparing and sharing and singing. 

We laid on the floor of her apartment and swapped songs until the sun came up. 
Third Eye Blind. The Avett Brothers. Modest Mouse (not my choice). Neil Young. Josh Ritter.

As the sun began to shine its morning rays over Louisville, we laid on our backs, with our heads close, singing this song and remembering why it is good to be young. 

It felt like the end. It felt like the last time. Maybe it is. Maybe my life will change in the next couple of days. Maybe it felt like the end because I am making it an end.