More than anything, I would like to write a story that makes me feel how this song makes me feel. This song sounds like autumn in Nashville. It sounds like leaves turning brown, grass going dormant, the night crawling closer and closer around everything.
It sounds like an old home with things that move for no reason.
I pledge to you today that I will continue to write fiction until I write something that makes me feel the same kind of unsettled dread as this song.