"Bon Iver is splashing in the tub, happily making a list of all the waterfalls he’d like to visit."
"When the floods came, Bon Iver and I moved upstairs. As we sat on the bed, wrapped tightly in his grandmother’s quilt, we envisioned the days after the waters subsided - the many chores that would need doing, but also the warm, wet feel of fresh mud between our toes and the stiffness once it dries."
I am reading these out loud to the band, in gentle purring tones with Bon iver’s voice floating around the van. Hot.