mrs. cold

kings of convenience’s “mrs. cold” was the soundtrack to a sunny sunday.  conditions were perfect for both running and daydreaming.  cool outside the sun’s rays and warm in their path, the air itself seemed to massage my skin with alternating strokes.  palm muted lead riffs in headphones gave the distinct sense of unreality and i spent the rest of the day trying to recreate that feeling.  pretending my voice was on perma-echo, i alternated between the garage and the shower to sing any words that couldn’t be held in.  i didn’t speak a word in normal cadence all day.