The sky wasn’t dark blue, it was black. We’re all too old to be innocent.
A little bit like this, but stronger. A fragrant B flat chord, a dandelion tasting like “I love you.” Red feeling smoother than before and vibrato growing much taller. A little bit of everything working as one. Some heightened humanity. A pinch of art, a dash of hallelujah, and all of it coming together to be very, very good.