I sat outside and read on my porch tonight, and listened to the seasons change. When I was a kid it was my favorite thing in the world to do, listening to the winds take new shape. I always hoped in it I could hear magic, hear something beyond the edge of reality that was measured in the barometric variations in gusts of air flowing through my geographic region.

Kids are stupid like that. Makes me melancholy all the same, and wish for simpler times when my decisions weren't so weighted.

I think I'm just going to shut up and DJ now. Music makes me happy.

-Sean