Peruse the garage by midnight for firewood. The newspaper burns through the night and the cider is good. All that we were and all we will be converge as if birds in a synchronized vee. We ride on the wakes of each other. I circle the yard in these sneakers with aging tears. It’s perfect how far we have gone to now be back here. All that we’ve lost and all that’s returned continues to cross over miles of earth; you are reborn in Santa Fe. Decembers of old, how the world was an endless place. The weather is cold but there’s warmth in the red on your face. I felt back then what I know now, how all around you is visible sound, how you made me kiss you that winter.
West Virginia country-folk singer-songwriter Trae Sheehan aims to find a balance between the traditional and the modern on his new LP. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 29, 2020