Listening to Death Cab today. Plans is such a perfect winter album.
Weird, bittersweet memories attached to listening to that album at 3 in the morning, walking in the park by the river alone, fucking cold, feet wet from snow, wind biting my face. “What Sarah Said” starts and somehow the snowfall syncs perfectly with it.
It’s weird how I think I’ve outgrown certain things and yet somehow they always come flooding back.