ゆっくり

[methrowrock]

Effortless. This is the song you would want to listen to (not blast, but let the notes trickle into your ears like treacle) as you roll down mossy hills, as blue, green, and white envelop you in a genial blur of colours. Yikes, I tend to stuff too many words in every sentence. But close your eyes, and you would understand. The telling cricket calls, the crunch of wrinkled leaves underfoot, the quizzical bird coos. Next year, maybe all of this. Or less, but more than present anyway.