the smallness of us

tonight: watching Y Tu Mama Tambien and drinking beer and dreaming of the Mexican countryside and packing for camping and i'm happy. i can't wait for lakes and dirt under fingernails and cheeks pressed to grass and friends who have seen you grow up. there will be guitar at night and card games and more beer and, my favorite, the fires. everything is so perfect in the light of a campfire, skin glowing, silently, people basking in the smallness of us.