How beautiful it is to exist at the same time as Adrianne Lenker

In the halfway months of twenty-twenty, I spent a vast amount of my mornings nestled against a solitary tree in a field, a stones throw from the house I grew up in. I don’t remember what it was that made me feel so safe there, amidst a time so saturated with worry. I do, however, remember that I was listening to Adrianne Lenker.