A couple of months ago I had one of those late night dropoff car conversations with a close friend. We sat there and talked about where we were at, where we wanted to be, and the path between. Everything seemed so simple, and so possible within the safety of her parked 2012 volkswagen. The foggy windshield created a cloudy barrier between our moment of vulnerable conversation, and whatever forces may try and keep us from the fulfillment we’re after. As soon as you pull the passenger handle and step up to your dark, empty house, the magic vanishes…knowing it may be a good while before that child-like state of manifestation and possibility shows itself again. “To Be This High” speaks on the tragedy of how rare these moments are, yet the importance of appreciating them.