this song feels like slow dancing under an orange moon, late in summer. It's August and the night air is warm, but turning cool - warm enough to remain in this place for a time; long enough to ignore warnings carried in on the breeze of an impending storm. You're kissed by the heat of a crackling fire, once raging - now extinguished, alone. this is my first try at self-producing my music, let me know what you think!! :) more