visitors

The night before a visitor arrives is always a night of quiet, panicked, introspection. Especially when it’s a visitor I’ve not seen in a while, and if it’s someone whose opinion I trust.

Tomorrow, Colter arrives for a short visit. He’s headed out east to attend a concert and putting in a side trip to Alabama as a bonus.

(A picture of us from our last meeting if you’re curious—come to think of it, I’m wearing that sweater right now. Full photoset is here.)

His is a friendship filled with memories of every color and shape. Colter, who let me sleep in his dorm room heaven knows how many times during my freshman year while I was distraught over another, floundering, friendship.

It’s a bit odd to be sitting here right now. Big Spring Jam is quickly gearing up—Huntsville’s annual music festival is less than half a block away from where I’m sitting right now. I’ve been listening to Michael McDonald do his soundcheck. There’s a surreal quality to all this.

Sean has arrived. We spent a good while pestering each other today while I was ostensibly working.