Your warmth is crashing down on me. Wild long-haired sun-kissed boys running up western mountains at 6AM. Quicksilver board shorts and worn-out new balance sneakers. A hemp necklace tied tight that's been there since the last girl, and your hair is blonder than mine. The boy that taught me to surf, wearing his ugly watch and white-beaded bracelets.
Photos By: Tito Trelles