This song makes me think of skipping. The intro begins with the handclaps which then melt into a lilting drumbeat. I'm not sure what Coldplay wanted me to think about when listening to this song, but it takes me inside a 70s movie. Have you ever noticed how sun-drenched those movies seem to be? You can always see all the filaments in the air - cottonwood, pollen, dust. I picture myself walking through a field, the sunlight is flared, I've got a long stalk of field grass to chew on, and I'm happy. Almost skipping. And it's a perfect day. A perfect day can also look like this - playing around in the kitchen and coming up with a new cookie for the recipe box, and then sharing dinner (complete with said cookies for dessert) with my husband in front of a documentary about The Eagles, and then having the husband announce that my new cookie just might be his new all-time favorite. Yeah - that's a pretty terrific day!
My small strawberry patch, which fits inside of a 4'x4' box, is starting to present me with strawberries! Not enough to do anything with other than walk out there and eat them straight from the stem. You know, before the birds or bugs get them. But I'm hopeful. I can already see that I'm going to have a killer raspberry harvest this year - and the grapes will be ridiculous!
But, back to the strawberries.