It was a cold night
January, maybe February
Our breath in the air in front of us.
We walked 2 miles to get to the butte.
The ascent took 20 minutes
in coats and tattered sneakers.
The canvas on my shoes soaked through everywhere
except where the Converse logo was.
We sit at the top
Smoking ganja out of our beloved spoon pipes
overlooking downtown Eugene.
The night felt young, and so did we.
The last winter of my childhood.