Whenever I return home I enlist a theme song. Something to guide my youthful meditations as the plane hovers above mountains, tickles the clouds.
Cross-legged, waiting, sipping coffee, the narrative slowly builds and with each listen the song gathers more strength, like a runner silently passing a mile marker – only two more to go.
A tag forms. The song becomes a soundtrack to a grounded ecosystem. Time spent with my phone lost in the grass and thick smoke woven into my shirt.
For Maine, it was Midnight on Rainbow Road, a shy tune from Leon Vynehall. Let it illuminate a rainy street corner, or pave the way for a strange adventure.