Written on a cheap nylon string while watching the titular event, waiting for my then-lover to return from shopping with her mom. Life is such a roulette. You never know whether you're about to be blasted with a terrible moment or blessed with a halcyon one. She broke up with me shortly after that trip, and I recorded this 2 seasons later, in the deep of my bluest winter. What was an ode to love & dolphins competing with a sunset for most spectacular sight, was now infused with a wormwood nostalgia, and I mean wormwood in all its hallucinogenic properties. It's a strange moment in time, forever captured in the strains of these chords, like sunbeams shining warped through the sea into the murky depths.