At 2am songs are places you go.

I first heard this song in a cave off of highway one years ago, before we had met. I was traveling purely for the sake of movement. The cave was especially deep because the tide was out. It wasn’t strange until I started to notice it, but all of the shells in this cave were face down and the size of wide open hands. I thought to leave them. It was serene and neat. After I turned over the first shell I heard the opening glimmer of a guitar note, that came to leave, time and again, like the m...