Sit back. Let it all soak in. Listen to the soft strums of the guitar. The echoing voice of Fred Thomas sways like a gentle breeze. This isn’t new – it’s off of Thomas’ 2012 album Night Times – but as the hellish Florida weather begins to show mercy, it is fitting. I just want to melt into this song. And I’m glad to read the word “pumpkin” without it being followed by the word “spice.” Enjoy.