This French Bulldog is my kryptonite.
Put some shoes on, Bon Iver.
Bon Iver and I are playing games on our road trip. He begins. ‘What are your top five trees to make love beneath?’
We finally agree on a list. Bayleaved willows beside a quiet pond. Aspens, but only when the breeze is gentle and persistent, in late September when the yellow-orange seems almost not to come from nature. Lodgepole pines that sing anciently as they sway. Wild plum trees, if we can share the sweet fruits afterwards with sticky kisses. And white cedar, which has a significance that only we could ever understand.
I wonder if what they say about going black applies here.