The last show of the summer tour was only three weeks ago, but it feels like three months.

So much movement, so many dopamine hits, a lifetime’s worth of experiences, packed into a single season. Then, just as earnestly, it’s planting vegetables, and relearning the muscle memory of six out of ten.

Time’s condensed, then stretched, the ebb and flow of a productive day in one universe becoming the antithesis in the other, and I’m writing this while a curser hovers over “Buy Now,” destination anywhere but here.

But for the first time in my touring career, I appreciate the fine line between a youthful sense of adventure and running away.

So, I shut my laptop, pick up an acoustic guitar, and embrace the movement of floating melodies.