My brother Kaleb on the car ride back from Austin, Texas.
The high school junior varsity quarterback: stinky and irritated with me in pop’s backyard.
Golden hour in the ’burbs.
The Texas backroads were as misty and icy as the ones I left on the East Coast.
A dreamy drive to a house built of logs, in the middle of nowhere.
My baby brother, Aaron, cozy in my mom’s robe, and dozing in the golden light.
On the 4 AM drive to the airport, we passed a middle school that I never went to.
Thank you to Kaleb and Aaron.