The submerged bubble-sizzle of elephant ear dough hitting the deep fryer. The unfiltered delight of being snowed in with no end in sight. The yearning in your gut to pull your own bed's comforter to your chin. You remember when it all felt lighter, before the world started swinging and never really stopped. Homedays makes music for that ache. Palm-muted crunch giving way to choruses that won't leave your head. For anyone still here, still standing, still trying to hold onto something soft before it's gone.