I’ve since listened to each song dozens more times, described the album concept to my disinterested nine-year-old brother and lauded Cain on an ill-fated FaceTime with my ex; maybe it was a case of right place right time, but the album had a substantial impact on me.
Autumn is perhaps my favorite time of year. The gentle embrace of cool winds push away the harsh heat of summer and herald the coming ice. After late September the night overpowers day, and we spend the majority of our time in shadow for six months. In October we await All Hallows’ Eve, also associated with the Día de Muertos, as a way to connect with the departed and blur their world into ours. In November the trees have nearly shed their leaves, their green replaced with scarlet and gold; the harvests come in, covering fields in their own mosaic of colors set against the earth; and Thanksgiving punctuates the season with a grand feast that brings together family and friends.