He hadn’t seen the sun stretch across the trees since that day in early November.  It had been a long winter, through working and living and endless nights of wild thoughts.  They hadn’t talked since December, when he called her after several drinks on a Tuesday night.  On the first ring a man’s voice had answered, his breath throwing static into the receiver.  

Once, sometime near the end of March, he thought he saw her walking along the pathway that hugged the pacific cliffs.  Entranced, it was not until she turned her head to call to her companion that he realized it was a stranger.  With this last warped victory lost he wound his way down the wooden steps to the lookout, enchanted and pulled fiercely away by the ocean.  (I’m Losing Myself from a free Robin Pecknold EP)

Let’s Say Fleet Foxes