The sky is streaked with clouds and a cold breeze haunts the air. The budded trees hint of coming flowers, but their promise rings hollow. Indeed, “Outside” seems all sharp edges and false spring, but here inside, there is a warmth I lean against, a density of comfort, pushing the cold away as if clearing the rubbish of a bad dream, making way for summer. With a look towards the long-awaited sun, here’s some more (US) morning mellow.

#MorningMellow

Four Tet - She Moves She
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Full story in the alt text. #NMM #Day928 #downtempo #delicate #lilting #dreamlike