Months later. Not even going to talk about the music, although it's in constant rotation in my brain and on my CD player.

Nope. I'm talking about the look. If you were there, you know what I mean. It was the look we all had as we climbed the steps off the field and out to the lot. Kind of stunned. Happy, for sure. Confused; what was that that just happened to me? Eye contact all around, what, you too, so it was real, not just a dream I had? Hesitant questions, really, did did did I just see that? What is that dripping down my face? Is it my brain? Did we just get our faces fucked?

Oh yes we did.

And only a bit less than two months until summer tour 2013, and I'm so trying not to hold onto the past, and trying not to wish for any particular future. But damn they make it hard not to. Whoa.