Rule my world.
They tell me that it is perfectly all right to spend sunny days by the beach, sipping pina coladas and making castles in the sand, while squawking seagulls cheerfully sweep overhead, tying invisible knots in the salt-tinged air.
Here, children are still in possession of their wide-eyed innocence, holding tickets to the world of make-believe and with melodious ringing in their infectious laughter. There, oversized umbrellas of all shapes and colours, deliciously cool ice cream in all flavours imaginable, a lone shiny red balloon set free and flying over the rushing waves.
I need not have any of that. No.
Because more often than not, having only blue skies does the job.
But they are two nice guys from all the way up north – Norway to be exact, where it is often cold, and there can be no sun for months (or so they say). And yet I trust this pair enough to give my heart to them. And so it is.
Oh, damn. Why do they always sound so good? Sigh.