Ethereal. I listened to this on my way into work, driving with my partner through the streets of Shoreline into Ballard into Fremont, feeling the delight-seeking fervor nestle into a reflective mood, permeating from the melody to my spine. Which was great, because I don’t want to delight too much in just the idea of the delight search. I would much rather experience these things and discover delight, or not, without any preconceived notion or shallow eagerness. So, in the case of “Come Back as a Flower”, I was an ingenue reborn (I had to look up ingenue, it sounded right, but had no idea why. It means a naive girl or young woman…appropriate word choice).