yourself and the air – sick days

As the summer grass glows with heavy sunshine underneath the burden of the midday sun, thoughts dissipate in the peerless blue sky, beads of sweat pour past blinded eyes, Sunday exposes itself to the hammock clouds swaying in the reflection of the ocean and you realize that all there is left is yourself and the air or maybe you just hit play and kicked back to Yourself and the Air’s fabulous Modest Mouse-esque track Sick Days…now go find your hammock in the big blue.

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