Faint whistling springs about on slivers of refreshing wind. Mischievously, the breeze rustles those too frail to stand alone. Perhaps I would flail about as well. I am so fortunate to have been tethered to such a vibrant gem, once mistaken for a simple pebble. Relaxing my hands, I sway peacefully to the rhythm of your voice. A harmonious, melody of reminiscence encapsulates me. Drifting into trance, a familiar panorama engulfs my consciousness.
outlying sounds of children playing soccer in a nearby field. The fresh crispness of the autumn air. The chili wooden bench where I rest my forgotten soul. The preservation of innocence, interrupted only by a gratifying hum. The ballad I wanted to perform. It sounded like this didn't it?
Following the organic twang of reinvigorated strings, a sensation of melancholic serenity warmed the air around me.
Your memory fills my heart with gratitude.
