i woke up this morning to the beautiful feeling of chrysalism; the tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm and listening to the rain as it patters against my bedroom window. a few hours later, kelly invited me to drive up to angeles national forest so that we could venture among the traveling thunder storm. what an experience it was! we witnessed heavy rain, hail, thunder, and for a moment the complete silence of the forest. i'll let you in on a little secret: whenever i am feeling down or am in need of solace, i get in my car and find myself floating through angeles crest highway. it may sound simple, but it sure helps me plenty.
"the trail is the thing, not the end of the trail. travel too fast and you miss all you are traveling for."
— louis l’amour
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+ pascal pinon / twosomeness
+ the tallest man on earth / the wild hunt
+ sebastian plano / impetus
+ atlas sound / logos