I can't get the song "Night Birds" by Ryan Adams out of my head.
It's haunting. A tender ballad that explodes in a cachephony of reverb as the final verse rings out. A song where you can really feel the emotion. I think that it's his best work.
Meanwhile, we find ourselves in the midst of Chicago, a temporary beachside resort.
Days full of bike rides down the lakeshore and baseball games in the sunshine. Nights where the ceiling is punctuated by hundreds of LED lights, washing the lounge in synchronized style.
Summer is ready when you are.
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