03. MUSIC INSPIRATION
Sharks Keep Moving: Arizona
As my car crossed over state lines, I adjusted my rear view mirror to catch one final glimpse of the lush California landscape before it vanished into the bleakness of Nevada.
I can’t help but think that there is a metaphor hidden in these seemingly endless brown hills and hope that my memories of the West Coast don’t fade as quickly as that tiny speck of green in my rear view mirror.
My right foot releases the gas pedal slightly, just enough to resemble hesitation. California disappears.
As one hill ends, another begins.
Oh, there it is.