The sky is dark, beautifully ready for this lyrical instrumental to soar through the air looking for the autumn insects breathing through the night sky. We have this one moth that is nearly the size of a bat that transverses the air currents in a manner that dances with the music breathing from the speakers. I’m wondering if the waves of music are affecting the air currents, but it doesn’t matter when I get lost in the sounds of the synth flavored guitar. Shoutout for Father's Daughter A soft, lovely coming of age song; “He swims into her stare. She takes him to her eyes. Fingers through her hair, reflections of her sighs.”
Speed Of Life