White Winter Hymnal by Fleet Foxes

When writing these posts, generally I put the song on to fully milk my mind of all it’s precious keepsakes. The Decemberists’ post lead to recommendations of Fleet Foxes, and alas, this post is born!

“With scarves of red tied ’round their throats…”

February, that first semester, 20, the age of innocence, warm nights, throats warmed by pink mugs brimmed with apple pie, Jesse Funk and that damn bear sewn hoodie, a chance encounter with Emmanuel Augustine Rivera, the couch house, Yang Lida to the shallows, being carried away by Shannon and Jessie,

“To keep their little heads from falling in the snow…”

Roz, discovered secrets, Photographs of the Future, that stolen Home Depot bag, a surplus of hats and gloves, adventures, Earth Mama, now you see us, now you don’t,

“and Michael you would fall…”

All those hippie parties, numerous houses by the river, vegan treats, a frost bit field, Katie Kloth, dancing under a chandelier, stories of acid, potlucks, Gregs and I protecting our keg dreams, disappearing into the Om,

“and turn the white snow red as strawberries in summertime…”

mounts of joy


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