Weeds as a construct have begun to fascinate me. Life thriving in an inhospitable terrain is an admirable trait. I see this every spring, when the blanket of snow starts to recede in Chicago and reveals a range of flora springing from the concrete that endured a brutal winter. They've developed metabolic systems that process our toxic soils. They use a tap root system that tunnels deep into the earth, finding water and storing energy. They adapt and survive being stepped on, mowed over and uprooted. That shit is gangster.

This season is turning into one of contemplation and desire for me. May this mix be an aquifer of vibes and restoration for wherever you're head is at today.