Hold on tight. The moment that first hoaa... hoaa... hoaaa hits, you already know: it's that time again. Grey skies, dripping ferns, drizzle on the windshield of a rusty red truck, and a rewatch queued up for the hundredth time.

HOA HOA HOA Season takes you to the forests of the Pacific Northwest right after the rain. Petrichor and fresh rainwater open over green leaves, settling into soft mossy cedar. Misty, mossy, and a little moody: your annual trip to Forks, no plane ticket required.