On “Atlantic,” the latest single from the Weather Station’s forthcoming album Ignorance, Tamara Lindeman depicts a sunset as vivid as the closing shot from a movie: a bank of pink clouds cresting over a cliffside, seabirds darting through the air, the sun turning blood red. Still, a nagging voice lingers in her head: “Thinking I should get all this dying off of my mind,” she sings, her steady voice arcing over the band’s whirring flutes and tense guitar. “I should really know better than to read the headlines.” Gently propulsive and reflective, the song transmutes the despair of climate anxiety into something uplifting and affirming, even as Lindeman’s restless lyrics offer no easy answers to the crisis. “How can I touch this softest petal, softest stem, softest leaf, bending green in my palm?” she asks, marveling at each speck of life. “Atlantic” speaks to the overwhelming lassitude of existing in a jeopardized world, then opts to see it through a wondrous prism.