Unfold

Signs of cooler nights. Stars. Time to slow down. Breathe. Think. Pause.

Placing headphones on and looking at the stars.

Porter Robinson’s Unfold begins to pulse through the ears and the brain and the spirit.

One star sticks out through the limbs and the leaves. Finding a place to break through lightyears and transmit signals to my brain.

“Ooh, watching wild skies…I put my pictures down. They’re not as good as the real thing. ‘Cause I’m not the same as I was. As I shoulder the weight of the world. And I watched the water unfold…”