Lounging lazily in the sweet greens and sunshine at the Botanical Gardens on July third , the scented candles of you and Chad’s stylings were moody sweet intoxicants. They raised and wafted like the winds that beautiful light early evening. The song shared here opened some new, previously unheard glimpses over the waters edge. Thanks.
Lounging lazily in the sweet greens and sunshine at the Botanical Gardens on July third , the scented candles of you and Chad’s stylings were moody sweet intoxicants. They raised and wafted like the winds that beautiful light early evening. The song shared here opened some new, previously unheard glimpses over the waters edge. Thanks.
Kind of a silly question, but what is the time signature on this beguilingly simple song? Fits so nicely with the story you told.
I feel it in 6/8, but it could be felt in ¾. ☺️