Droplets the size of pollen, wetting up the leaves. Pouches carrying those grains of life are clouding up the sun, just the right amount to have the light through yet not the golden sheen. A white blanket across the sky, with the right tinge of grey signalling the right years of wisdom across the heaven’s forehead…
The background is the collection of beautiful renditions on a New Orleans based street-performers’ rustic violin, interspersed with electronic music support…
The cheapest couch from the Swedish showroom adding the right colour tone to mimic the world on the other side of the window…
The breeze ruffling the branches like those fingers running across the hair of their beloved…
It’s an undreamt reality, but a serene one for sure…