I’d love to be sitting on a couch in my back garden on a warm summer’s night, with lanterns hanging over head, my lover laying beside me and this album playing on vinyl - all crackly and delicious. We’d get up and dance to Flamenco Sketches. And gaze at the stars or into each others’ eyes. I’d fall asleep in his arms and the sun would wake us up as it rose.
Oh man. Now I’m sad. That sounds so hot, but I probably won’t be doing it anytime soon -_-