Trailhead: First-Edition Portal

Written near Jacob Lake at dusk. I wanted the rhythm to feel like wind moving through big pines, shadows then sudden light. If you listen for it, the bridge echoes wings settling in the canopy.

120–150 words about the seed of the song, a moment, a texture, a rhythm from the landscape.

Another short note — a smell, a bird call, a time of day. Keep it intimate and specific.