My friend and I went hiking today at Ramapo Valley Reservation in Mahwah, New Jersey. These are some of the shots I took using kitcam.
You were toying with a box of candy cigarettes while I was reading the newest issue of Time at the kitchen counter. I could still smell the coffee you made that morning, that Caribou coffee I made you buy just because I like saying caribou and just because it reminded me of that trip we took to D.C., where Caribou cafes were even more abundant than were Starbucks. There was nothing particularly memorable about that trip, except for the fact that it was the first trip you and I had taken alone together. I’m even surprised we hadn’t visited the Capital sooner than that, considering we only live 4 or so hours away.
You finally parted your lips and took a “puff” of one of the cigarettes. My mom used to get me those; they reminded her of her childhood. I guess that was endearing. I got up and poured some of the cold coffee from the pot into a mug, and sprinkled in some of that stevia shit you always tell me to try. I was reading an article about conflict in the Middle East and you were still fixated on that little pack of candy cigarettes. I was happy to sit in the comfort of our silence, you smoking your cigarette, me thinking about you while I pored over the next problem facing the Middle East. And that was just a mid-afternoon with you.
(Source: brickhan, via great-concavity)
