i am sitting cross legged on a stiff upholstered seat and we are stopped somewhere between cobourg and toronto. the landscape is grassy and rural, a few electrical poles, but mostly just nature for as far back as i can see. holocene by bon iver is playing through my headphones and ashley and justin are asleep across from me, leaned back in the same stiff upholstered seats as mine, open laptops playing whatever music puts them to sleep. we are almost home. i am hungry, sleepy, and in need of a shower, but i am perfectly content being on the road with two good friends, knowing that i have a disposable camera full of mediocre photos of bands i really love and a bunch of bruises i received in order to take these mediocre photos, pushing through crowds, fighting to be closer than everyone else to these bands that i really love. i get to see bon iver in a week, and maybe he'll play holocene, and maybe i'll think about this moment that i'm experiencing right now, and maybe, just maybe, a wave of contentment will flow through me and i will look to my right and see the girl who is sleeping across from me right now, and then look to my left and see the boy i will probably wake up to the next day, and i will smile just like i am right now. we are almost home.