Back in 2010 when I was attending Berklee college of music, there was a huge park in the back of the apartment complex that I was living in at the time. As I mentioned before late at night is when I did my digging, my searching , often in hindsight I see were very dangerous at times. Specifically this one particular part of the park where a dirt trail led to an old brick "english" stye bridge overviewing a pond surrounded by tall trees with just enough peak of the city view to be reflected off the water from the moonlight. In the middle of the bridge was a huge round , circular , slab of rock . I used to stand on it and practice into the night sometimes till about 4 or 5am . Most nights were brisk and my fingers would become stiff, nearly frozen that it hurt to move up and down the horn. The windchill in Boston is the definition of the mighty hawk if you ask me. The whole environment I was in seemed enchanted and my imagination took over completely. The result was this track.