On my way to Spokane, I stopped at a high school friend's graduation party out in the sticks. The evening was full of laughter as Sadie and I are ones that can get a good gut wrenching laughter out of anything. That night I opted to sleep out in the back of the pickup. I love sleeping outside. There is something extremely pure and revitalizing about falling asleep to the star salted sky wrapped by the blanket of silence. Lungs swallowing the crisp air, cut by our nostrils the dew hydrating our skin. Waking up cold is uncomfortable, but reinforces the cleansing of my body and is quickly warmed by the touch of the morning sun. Despite not going to bed until 1am and realizing it is only 6am I still feel as though I have had the best night of sleep for months. I stretch my muscles slightly stiff from the hardness of the metal pickup bed, grab and twist my hair to put the hair back to its style, slide on the aviators, and cruise through the gears headed towards Athena amongst those ever rolling fields, that always lead me home.