The four right chords can make me cry, but I stopped by the seventh day

The evening was spent taking a long, long rambling walk. I normally tend to stick to the beachside - since 2006 X has been instilling a fear of walking along the highway/ main roads in me. Apparently if you're relatively young and female you get mistaken as a lady of the night. I highly doubt my baggy top, iPod and Teva sandals qualify me as hooker-worthy.

I stopped by the Elizabeth Sloper Park, found a deserted little playground and proceeded to build a momentum on the swing.

Swings remind me of myself, a decade younger, naive and giggly, watching my then-boyfriend NL (who most recently wished me Herzlichen Glückwunsch zum Geburtstag!!!) swing higher and higher at the park near high school, fearing he would fall off and break his pretty nose.

The tarpauline was not rainproof but I welcomed the drizzly respite from the muggy heat. There was a strange poetry to the moment, lent by the melancholic soundtrack choice of this week.

Noah and the Whale - Blue Skies

The Frames - Seven Day Mile

Annie Stela - It's You (excellent for traffic jam karaoke/ lung clearing exercises)

Nelly Furtado - All Good Things Come to an End

The Cinematic Orchestra - To Build a Home

Blu Sanders - Hands

Novi Split - Leaving It

Radical Face - Welcome Home

Tori Amos - Sleeps with Butterflies

Rosi Golan - Come Around