There's something about a summer song that simply vibrates a sort of bubble. It floats from the stereo and bursts effervescent energy, sparkling and sprinkling on warm dancing bodies. It has a spell that evokes cocoa and jasmine scents and tropical breezes and forever wildness.
But there are also those that simply float and mellow the universe. The kind of songs that brush on your cheeks and remind you of melodies from a time long ago and baby's breath blossoms wreathed on feathered hair, of summer love affairs and nostalgic gallivanting
The summer spell continues. And I guess I have good music to make it through. Cheerio.