Hearing the hoot of a morepork in the distance on a still / quiet nice.
With a car. A cool car. Far away from civilisation.
Ok you don’t need a cool car. Or far away in the middle of nowhere. The sound of the morepork in the night is enough alone anyway to bring out some awesome, awesome, awesome feeling
Maybe something with childhood…. And nature.. and calmness… and beauty.. and….
The disease of meaning!!!


















