it has been awhile since i have fallen in love with a band as much as i have with fleet foxes. their music makes me feel like a better writer then i actually am. it makes me feel closer to home then i actually am.
being a fan for some time now i have grown to truly accept a part of my life to be affected only when hearing fleet foxes.
it instantly brings to mind moments of my childhood and my college years, that are flickers of spaces and some uncertain places that i haven’t visited in a while.
the edges are burned and the image has faded into a golden brown, but there is blue truck. a large field. a brick house. a snowy city evening seen only from a piano. there is sand. there is laughter. there is a picnic bench surrounded by leaves with words on them. there is youth. there is travel. there is hope and some regret.
and a chance to linger long enough to make a space for the future.
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