dream concept: you and me are sitting on the ledge of a building. from our perch we can see the distant lights of a music set. it’s twenty one pilots. they are playing semi-automatic, but we can’t hear the lyrics that well, so we look up the song on your phone and play it so the beat matches with the lights on the stadium.
the air is just perfect: the last lingering warmth of the late summer day is casting itself over the town below us. the air smells of summer: flowers, pavement, grass and strawberries. the clouds above are tinged pink with the setting sun. a warm breeze toys with the edges of our t-shirts and ruffles the hair on our heads.
we swing our legs over the side of the building. we mouth the words and drum our hands to the beat, rocking to the rhythm of the sound. the air is clear, and the city is quiet, and we are free.