j'adore

A car ride that doesn’t end when the song does. You know the one: windows cracked, city going violet, somebody in the passenger seat you haven’t figured out yet. I have been that passenger. I have also been the one driving too slowly on purpose.

Two tracks from Rainier: “don’t cry” and “j'adore.” Soft edges, late light, a fisheye blue car that looks like it still smells like the heater. We’ve had the second one on repeat the way you replay a text you already answered. House, but the private kind. The kind you put on when you’re pretending you’re only driving to the store. I have taken the long way home to this one. More than once. Don’t ask which streets.

If you want a short way into Rainier, start here. If you want the whole weather system, the self-titled is waiting. Leave this one on until the streetlights look expensive. They will.