Jeffrey Foucault’s latest is probably the best thing you’ll read today. Seriously.

I have two tickets to see him play in October and I am waaay excited. Summer had some unexpected twists and turns, so I haven’t touched as much grass as I intended. But then, fall is infinitely more my jam anyway. And I did feel some good cold air this morning :)

So here’s to some good music and good lyrics, to visiting more rivers, maybe even a few mountain peaks, and throwing fewer dead pigeons around. (You’ll have to read Foucault to get it.)