there’s this massive old tree outside the the window in my childhood bedroom and i would more or less keep that window open all summer. lots of memories of that specific rustle as i fell asleep as a little kid and as i studied for my finals in high school. big wisconsin tree ily.
literally our life force in damn near every sense. go visit your local park once it’s warm enough. lay beneath a sprawling oak. go camping. pitch a hammock between a couple pines. make a figurine out of acorns and pinecones on the ground
just something about it really does it for me. especially the final chorus with the key change. the little drum fill leading and all really just puts it over the top. love
