As it turns out, there is some magic that a photograph can’t quite capture. During my last week of school ever, I went to a field with a few good people, a guitar, a ukelele, good coffee, and a bunch of tea light candles. It was in this same field that I shared hot cider on a cool autumn evening, and warm bread on a crisp spring morning (this one, to be exact).
Music is by Typhoon. “Summer Home” I would offer that you should listen to the whole song. I’ve listened to it about 300 times this past month.