2025-10-31: the trip

out west to see family. on the coast, remote, staying in a cabin near the water. and this morning, went for a walk and passed a small coffee shop, a single pickup truck parked outside. there was a hazy music playing from the speakers outside the cafe. chords on acoustic guitar, a whistling synthesizer over top. the trip by still corners, a piece i've listened to many times this year as i've fallen headfirst into dream pop, and back into electric guitar. strange but delightful to hear it here, in the cold air and rain, as i debated staying for coffee (but didn't), as i spend time with family at the edge of the world, all moss and rock and tall pines, me in my raincoat, my hands in my pockets, trying to decide for a moment whether to stop and stay.

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