It was fall in Montana, on an oh-so-brisk and cold night

You could see the Friday night lights from a mile away

About 30 degrees as the game was played

In the back of the stands were 6 good friends

I had a Carhartt on and big, clunky muck boots

A very young relationship between Wyatt and I

He held my hand for the very first time that night

He wrapped his arm around me to keep me warm

In the seats adjacent, sat Maddie and Ben

They had recently rekindled an old flame

Ben coached wyatt to act and be cool

Maddie, Emily and I gossiped in the restroom

My lips chapped, I tried to find chapstick

Anna was there to see Jonathan play football

She proudly sported his white “away” football jersey

She could not get her mind off that boy

I similarly couldn’t stop looking at Wyatt

Emily cracked jokes in her normal fashion

My phone died, and mom was worried sick

That night remains a very vivid memory

Even after players graduated and Anna moved,

Wyatt and I still think about that time . . .

And smile