I was mid burn when it stopped me.

Wood burner down. Hands still. Eyes closed.

Cover Me Up. Morgan Wallen.

Just like that I wasn't in my studio anymore.

I was back in my SUV. Utah. 2022. Red rocks in every direction. Butch Cassidy's birthplace quiet and empty, like it was waiting just for me. Windows down. That song on repeat. Singing every word to nobody and everybody all at once.

A longing I couldn't name back then.

Still can't entirely.

I just know what it does to me.

It wraps my whole heart up.

Same feeling. Same heart hug. Different life entirely.

I picked the wood burner back up.

Put it on repeat.

And let it take me back one more time.

Some songs inform you. Some songs entertain you.

Some songs reach back through time and find the version of you that needed them most.

Those are the ones you never skip.

𓂀Being IS the MAGIC – Wandering Waykeeper – Beckett

If something in this stayed with you, you're welcome to leave it here.

(Utah Landscape - Original Photography by Beckett Johnson)