Νεώτερος από χθεςA thousand clouds watch as we lay in the widegreen grass as crickets sing our siesta song.Our eyes dance along with the sails of racing boatsas their hulls slice open the ocean.Here we lay at the edge of the world where sound was born,one wave from a million miles away suddenly washed ashore.Sea spray misted and drifted, falling like snow on our skin.The earth seemed to spin slower today,the power of the sky set the tone for a nice memory.Then we stood headlong against the windfeeling so much younger than yesterday.