I have now become the cliche that I have long railed against. Instead of writing, I am telling you about the thing I am doing to avoid writing. I just put together a 5+ hour playlist for gross summer days when all you want is the eerie waning light of September afternoons.
The seasonal shifts aren’t that apparent where I am in Florida, but it’s like damn. You still just *know* when it’s happening. I want that. Now.
See below for my Deezer* playlist: ghosts in the woodpile, blood on the rose, a sonic evocation for autumn.
*I dumped Spotify way back whenever and I am now using Deezer!
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