I’ve become obsessed with this band, The Staves, this video, and this song. It feels like the absolutely perfect song for right now. One of the things that the wilds of Brooklyn and the wilderness of the country south share are these bare branches of January. At once melancholy and redemptive and full of possibilities. And today, we drive south.
Little by little the bird feathers its nest, and object by heart burnished object we surround ourselves with lovely necessities of memory and function. It is these things that make a silly Apartment a Home or a silly Wednesday an Occasion.
Whether my nest is an old farmhouse, a sixth floor tenement walk up, or a brownstone basement... whether I share it with family, vagabonds, women of heart and mind, or a little brown cat and a sweet ginger banjo, my principal joy is filling it with light and laughter (and corralling).
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Feather By Feather 
This video is beautiful!
I enjoyed this. Have a great drive South.