Babbled about this lo-fi folk album that sustains itself purely by Sam Beam's delicate harmony building and evocative songwriting chops. I love how it uses the beautiful wonders of nature as a backdrop; and often metaphors, for romantic bewilderment and ideation. It's the perfect album to hear when you're on that hopeful phase about someone, when they sudden develop that glow about them. It's for that time when you still can remember how their eyes moved around when the first moment of true silence between you two first broke and you tried to breath in the feeling of having her looking at you like: the feeling of someone just being next to you, there, wondering about what you really made of and not worried about how that looks or sounds. And you do the same to them, but in your case it's an embittered feeling because you know something like this could never last. So you just take that moment, you just file that moment away and you think about it when you listen to this record. I don't know, maybe that's just me.