Dear Troy, I want to take you back

Back to that October morning 

When you rode on the back of that flatbed, freezing, trembling

Remember how the vicious air whisked against your face

As it came crashing down from the mountain peaks

But don’t focus on the pain, focus on the song that you sang

As your soon to be friends jammed along in unison

Remember their perfect but untrained voices

And how they too endured that cold

Remember the feeling of joy as you arrived at the cabin

The smell of baked croissants flowing throughout the country air

Remember how the voices became muffled and irrelevant

As the warmth of the sun radiated from above

Arising over the hills and casting a light upon you

Hinting at you to take out your camera

Remember how the golden hue shattered as it encountered the lake

And how each rock reflected it in a different direction

Remember the strength that it took to press your finger down

And capture a moment in time that will never happen again

Remember what it felt like to have nature bring you to tears

Remember that October day as you walked around in a foreign land

Looking for new friends, looking for inspiration, looking for art

Remember the day your life changed for the better

Remember Montana.

Sincerely,

Yourself