10PM · 85° · 0% Humidity

The sun has been down for hours, but the ground is giving its heat back. No breeze, no humidity. Shards of ice from an aggressive cocktail land on your tongue. Soft moonlight lands on your loved ones across the table. This is the closest to mars we'll get for now.

To see a world in a grain of sand / And a heaven in a wild flower, / Hold infinity in the palm of your hand / And eternity in an hour.

— William Blake

What would you play?

Send me a song that belongs here, however you hear it. I’ll make the final selections—not every song will make the playlist.

Send yours by Tuesday, September 29, 2026, 11:59 p.m. Pacific.