I started writing this about nine o’clock at night in a tractor cab; had been looking at fall changing hedgerows all day while drilling wheat, and a friend sent and shared a beginning instrumental melody with me to listen to. It was somber, and in the background of it, you could hear his kids going crazy having a blast. I took the song’s sound, his kids behind it–which I thought made the emotion of the first even stronger–and then tried to tie in a little of what I’d been gazing on all day. This is what I made.