Initially “Write Home” feels as languid as floating on a still lake in the summer, all wistful, dreamy, and slowly jangling, the mood accentuated by a muted horn floating hazily in the background. It’s like something off the first Everything But The Girl album, “Each and Every One” in particular, but fuzzier at the edges…at least for a minute. It ultimately shape shifts into a more urgent, shoegazey shuffle and says goodbye in a gloriously tuneful coda that manages to be both sad and life affirming. Beauty.