Setting out westward, the glory of untouched nature unfolds before you. As days turn to weeks, turn to months, exhilaration gives way to determination, then to doubt, then to desperation. Eventually it becomes clear that you will not reach your destination. Hope fades, and something else begins to stir. The moon grows painfully white. The cold seems to fade from your bones. Howls from deep in the woods carry more meaning than they did before. Slowly you realize that you've been home all along.

Thirteen mournful, bluesy tracks from True Widow, Giles Corey, and Emma Ruth Rundle.

13 tracks