The three fine folks who make up We Were Evergreen can’t help but make us feel as if we’ve just come upon one or all of the following: A big pot of honey and some faucet with warm water with which we can wash the stickiness off when we’re through. A patch of untouched, fresh strawberries that are so red and so ripe that they make your eyes pop. A shower that you’ve been craving for days. That one hand you’ve been wanting to hold for months and months. The person attached to that hand, looking at you with a twinkle in their eyes for the first time ever. A day without one single obligation or responsibility and there’s the fireplace and there’s a fresh pot of coffee and there’s the book that you’ve been meaning to get to. A new litter of bunnies who need a home, one that you’re planning on giving them. A fresh snow, one that doesn’t need to be shoveled, just admired. Your best friend surprising you at your door after not seeing them for months. A lost love, regained or returned. A great hug. A compliment. A blinding display of color. A heartbreakingly green lawn. A horse galloping wildly, without a rider. The sweet gaze of a ghost. A better kiss than hug.