And to leave you, my dearies, we leave you with a touch of whimsy, a sprinkling of sadness for our parting, and a world oozing of paintball-inspired color. Because that's how a good life is lived.
So enjoy the video (oozing, we tell you, oozing with color and love and kisses and bittersweet melancholy!!!) but fall in love with the song. It is The New Pornographers at their prettiest finest most cherubically poignant. Introduced to our ears by our dear ol' Dad, we reveled in its love last night while sitting with a pretty pink cocktail among good friends who love us dearly, no matter how long it is between visits. We listened, we talked, we loved.*
And as we love you moonpies, we now pass the song to you. Enjoy, go in peace and love croissants and apple pies forever, Trevor.
*Please also gander a listen to Myriad Harbour. Delight, we tell you, pure delight.