For a rainy day, but for a sunny day too.

When I first heard Fleet Foxes’ Helplessness Blues, I was sitting at the bakery with my headphones on and a deep gray world surrounding. The atmosphere was just as it should be on a rainy afternoon in a coffee shop. 

I was once told that this album was meant for sunny days, with green and gold. 

Today, I listened to it again with headphones on my ears as I stomped through puddles, carrying shoes in my hand. I heard the deep, ancient roots that are tangled within and the melancholy of that first listen. But, as I listened I kept getting flashes of gold sunbeams and warm breezes and I understood what she meant. There they were, existing together in a delicate harmony of various expressions, a dichotomy of perceptions. 

Tomorrow is supposed to be filled with gray …