Sat with a couple friends, heavily under the influence of mushrooms, and watched fireflies across a newly planted tree farm field.

I’m pretty sure the three of us each took our own universal truth from that night but in that moment I was pretty sure I witnessed the fireflies riding some sort of universal wave, like gravity and they would jump from wave to wave when they blinked.

Anyways. I miss being young.

Or shrooms. Maybe I just miss those…