july 03, 2014 - somewhere in the middle of meteorological summer

there was that stack of my father's records, and cereal for dinner, and i drew pictures of Einstein. and years later there was a basement and a Nintendo 64 and an older brother's punk rock girlfriend. and years later there were cross country road trips and mixed tapes. and years later there were fires and paths through fields. the silver apples: silver apples album was there every time. for all of the heat, subtle explorations and earthly transformations. it is in a way, summer itself.

even now... weaving golden spells that run